Summertime

One of these morn-- 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 singing. Then you'll spread your wings, And you'll take the sky. You'll go to that morning there's A-nothing can harm you. With every step You take, goodbye. Da-gee, za-gee, da-da-gee, da-gee, Za-gee, Da-da-gee. Da-gee, za-gee, za-gee, da-da. Da-gee, za-gee, da-da-gee, 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. Da-gee, da-da-gee, da-gee, za-gee, Da-da-gee. Da-gee, za-gee, za-gee, Da-da-gee, Da-gee, da-da-gee. Da-gee, za-gee, da-gee, Za-gee, Da-da-gee, Da-gee.