Summertime

Summertime and the living is easy 
Fish are jumping and the cotton is high 
Oh, your Daddy's rich and your Momma's good looking 
So hush, little baby, don't you cry 

One of these mornings, you're gonna rise up singing 
Then you'll spread your wings and you'll take the sky 
But till that morning there's nothing can harm you 
With Daddy and Mommy standing by