Summertime

Summertime, and the livin' is easy.
Fish are jumpin', and the
Cotton is high.
Oh, your Daddy's rich, and your
Mama's good-lookin'.so hush little baby, don't you cry.
One of these mornings, you're gonna rise up singin'.
Then you'll spread your wing's, and you'll take to the sky.
But, until that mornin', there's a-nothin' can harm you.
With your
Daddy and
Mama standin' by.
So hush little baby, don't you cry.
No, no, no don't you cry.
No, no don't you cry.