Summertime
an´ the livin´ is easy
Fish are jumpin´
an´ the cotton is high
Oh, yo´ daddy´s rich
an yo´ ma is good lookin´
So hush, little baby,
don´ you cry

One of these mornin´s
you goin´ to rise up singin´;
Then you´ll spread yo´ wings
an you´ll take the sky
But till that mornin´
there´s a nothin´ can harm you
with Daddy an´ Mammy
standin´ by