Summertime

And de livin is easy

Fish are jumpin

an de cotton is high

oh yo daddy's rich

an yo ma's good lookin

so hush little baby don you cry

One of dese mournins

You goin to rise up singin

Den you'll spread yo wings

An you'll take the sky

But till that mournin

Deres a nothin can harm you

With daddy an mommy standin by.