Summertime, and the livin' is easy
Fish are jumpin' and the cotton is high
Oh, 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
And you'll spread your wings
And you'll take to the sky
But till that morning,
There ain't nothin' can harm you
With daddy and mammy standin' by