Summertime

Summertime and the living' is easy

Fish are jumpin' and the cotton grows high

Well, your dad is rich and your ma is good lookin'

Hush little baby, don't you cry

One of these mornings you're gonna rise up cryin'

You are gonna spread your wings and fly to the sky

But until that mornin' nothin' gonna harm you

Hush my baby you'll be fine

Don't you cry