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 mornin's you're gonna rise up singin'
then you'll spread your wings, and you'll take to the sky
but 'till that mornin' there's a nothin' can harm you,
with daddy and mammy standin' by . . .
but 'till that mornin' there's a nothin' can harm you,
with daddy and mammy standin' by . . .
