Summertime and the livin' is easy,
Fish are jumpin', and the cotton is high.
Oh your daddy's rich, and your ma is good lookin',
So hush, little baby, don' yo' cry.

One of these monin's you goin' to rise up singin',
Then you'll spread у о' wings an' you'll take the sky.
But till that monin', there's a-nothin' can harm you
With Daddy and Mammy standin' by.