Lyrics
Summertime
and the living's easy.
Fish are jumping
And the cotton is high
Oh! Your daddy's rich
And your mom is good-looking
So hush, little baby
Don't you cry
One of these mornings
You're gonna rise up singing,
Then you'll spread your wings
And you'll take to the sky
But till that morning,
There ain't no-nothing goin' to harm ya,
With daddy and mommy standing by