Summertime an' the livin' is easy, fish are jumping an' the cotton is high.
Oh, yo' daddy's
rich, an' yo' ma is good lookin', so hush little baby don't you cry.
One of these mornin's, you
goin' to rise up singing,
The you'll spread yo' wings an' take to the sky,
But till that
mornin' there's nothin' can harm you,
With Daddy an' Mammy standing by.
