Summertime, time, time... Child, your living's easy. Fish are jumping out And the cotton, Lord, Cotton's high, Lord so high.
Your dad's rich And your ma's so good-looking, baby. She's a-looking good now, Hush, baby, baby, baby, baby, No, no, no, no, no, no, no, Don't you cry, don't you cry.
One of these mornings You're gonna rise, rise up singing, You're gonna spread your wings, child, And take, take to the sky, Lord, the sky.
But till that morning, Honey, n-n-nothing's going to harm ya, No, no, no no, no no, no... Don't you cry — cry.
————————————— Авторы текста: ДюБос Хейвард и Айра Гершвин (1935)