Summertime, and the livin' is easy Fish are jumpin' and the cotton is high Oh! Your Daddy's rich and your Ma is good lookin' So, hush little baby, don't you cry . . .
One of these mornin's you're gonna rise up singin' Then you'll spread your wings, and you'll take to the sky But 'till that mornin' there's a nothin' can harm you, with Daddy and Mammy standin' by . . .
But 'till that mornin' there's a nothin' can harm you, with Daddy and Mammy standin' by . . .