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 baby, don`t you cry . . .
One of these mornin`s you`re gonna rise up singin`
Then you`ll spread your wings, and you`ll take to the sky
But `till that mornin` there`s a nothin` can harm you,
with Daddy and Mammy standin` by . . .
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But `till that mornin` there`s a nothin` can harm you,
with Daddy and Mammy standin` by . . .
Standing by . . .