Summertime

Summertime
And de living is easy
Fish are jumping
and the cotton is high
oh you daddy's rich
and you're ma's good looking
so hush little baby don't you cry

One of these mornings
You going to rise to singin
than you'll spread you're wings
An you'll take the sky
But till that morning
there's a nothing can harm you
With daddy an mummy standing by.