Summertime

Summertime and the living is easy
Fish are jumping 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 gonna rise up singing
You're gonna spread your wings and you'll take to the sky
But 'til that morning, there is nothin' can harm you
With Daddy and Mummy, standing by
Don't you, don't you cry

By
Miles Davis.