Summertime

Summertime,summertime,summertime,summertime

Summertime and the living is easy

Fish are jumping and the cotton is high

Your daddy's rich and your mama's good looking

So hush little baby,don't you cry

Summertime,summertime,summertime,summertime

One of these mornings

You 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 mama standing by

Summertime,summertime,summertime,summertime