Summertime
and the living is easy
Fish are jumping
and the cotton is high
Oh your daddy is rich
and your mama is
good-looking
So hush little baby
don't you cry
One of these mornings
you're going to
rise up singing
then you'll spread
your wings
and you'll take to the sky
But till that morning
there is a nothing
can harm you
with daddy and mommy
standing by