Summertime

summertime, and the livin is easy

fish are jumpin, and the cotton is high

your daddy's rich, and your ma is good lookin

so hush little baby, don't you cryone of these mornings, you're gonna rise up singin

then you'll spread your wings, and fly to the sky

ooh yea, yea, yea, yea

but til that mornin, nothin can harm you

oh yes with mommy and daddy

standin by