| 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 cry |
| One of these mornings |
| You’re going to rise up singing |
| Then you’ll spread your wings |
| And you’ll take to the sky |
| But till that morning |
| There’s a’nothing can harm you |
| With daddy and mammy standing by |
