Summertime
And de livin is easy
Fish are jumpin
an de cotton is high
oh yo daddy`s rich
an yo ma`s good lookin
so hush little baby don you cry
One of dese mournins
You goin to rise up singin
Den you`ll spread yo wings
An you`ll take the sky
But till that mournin
Deres a nothin can harm you
With daddy an mommy standin by.
