Summertime, 
And the livin' is easy 
Fish are jumpin'
 And the cotton is high
 
Your daddy's rich 
And your mamma's good lookin'
 So hush little baby 
Don't you cry
 
One of these mornings
 You're going to rise up singing
 Then you'll spread your wings 
And you'll take to the sky
 
But till that morning
 There's a'nothing can harm you 
With daddy and mamma standing by
 
Summertime, 
And the livin' is easy 
Fish are jumpin' 
And the cotton is high
 
Your daddy's rich 
And your mamma's good lookin' 
So hush little baby
 Don't you cry
 
Sometimes I feel like a motherless child 
Sometimes I feel like a motherless child 
Sometimes I feel like a motherless child 
long ways from home 
long ways from home  [bad word] believer 
long ways from home 
Along ways from home
 
Sometimes I feel like I'm almos' gone 
Sometimes I feel like I'm almos' gone 
Sometimes I feel like I'm almos' gone 
Way up in de heab'nly land 
Way up in de heab'nly land  [bad word] believer 
Way up in de heab'nly land 
Way up in de heab'nly land
 
Sometimes I feel like a motherless child 
Sometimes I feel like a motherless child 
Sometimes I feel like a motherless child 
long ways from home 
There's praying everywhere