Summertime

Summertime, And the living is easy. Fish are jumping And the cotton is high. Your daddy's rich And your ma Is 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, You'll take the sky. 'Til That morning, There's nothing can harm you With Daddy and Mommy Standing by. Standing By