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.