Summertime, and the livin' is easy
 Fish are jumping and the cotton is high
 Oh, your daddy's rich and your momma'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 to the sky
 But till that morning, there's a nothin' can harm you
 With daddy and mammy standing by