Summertime

Summertime and the livin' is easy
(And the living is easy)
Fish are jumpin
(Fish are jumpin)
And the cotton is high
And your daddy's rich (is your daddy's rich)
And your mama is good lookin'
So... hush little baby... ohh
Don't you cry.
One of this mornings.
Your gonna rise up singing
(You'll gonna rise up them singing)
And you'll spread out your wings...
And you'll take to the sky.
But til that morning.
There ain't nothing can harm you.
With mommy and daddy standin by...