Summertime

Summertime and the living is easy Fish are jumping and the cotton is fine Oh, your daddy is rich and your ma 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 the sky But 'til that morning There's a-nothing can harm you With daddy and mammy standing by One of these mornings You're going to rise up singing Then you'll spread your wings And you'll take the sky But 'til that morning There's nothing can harm you With daddy and mammy standing by