Summertime

Summertime, and the livin' is easy.

Fish are jumpin', and the

Cotton is high.

Oh, your Daddy's rich, and your

Mama's good-lookin'.so hush little baby, don't you cry.

One of these mornings, you're gonna rise up singin'.

Then you'll spread your wing's, and you'll take to the sky.

But, until that mornin', there's a-nothin' can harm you.

With your

Daddy and

Mama standin' by.

So hush little baby, don't you cry.

No, no, no don't you cry.

No, no don't you cry.