Summertime

Summertime

And the livin' is easy

Fish are jumpin'

And the cotton is high

Oh, your daddy's rich

And your ma is good lookin'

So hush little darlin

Don't you cry

One of these mornings

You're going to rise up singing

You'll take your wings

And you'll take to the sky

'Til that morning

Oh yes nothing can harm you

With daddy and mamma standing by

Summer, summer