Summertime And the livin' is easy, Fish are jumpin' And the cotton is high. Oh yo' daddy's rich An' yo' ma is good lookin' So hush, little baby, Don't you cry.
One of these mornin's, You's gonna rise up singin' Then you'll spread yo' wings An' you'll take the sky. But till that mornin', There's ain't nothin' can harm you With your Daddy an' Mummy Standin' by.