Summertime,
and the living is easy
Fish are jumping
and the cotton is high.
Oh, your daddy is rich
and your mamma 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's a’nothing can harm you
with daddy and mammy standing by.