Summertime
An the livin is easy.
Fish are jumpin
And the cotton is high.
Oh yo daddys rich
An yo ma aint ugly
So hush, little baby,
Don yo cry.
One of these mornins you goin to rise up singin,
Then youll spread yo tiny itty bitty wings an youll take the
Sky.
But till that mornin
Theres a nothin can harm you
With mammy an daddy standin by
