Summertime

 Summertime
And the livin' is easy
Fish are jumpin,
And the cotton is high
You're daddy's rich
And your mommy's good-lookin', yeah
So hush, little baby, don't you cry


 humming


One of these, mornings,
You're gonna rise, you're gonna rise up singin'
Then you'll spread your little wings,
And take to the sky
But until that morning
     There's nothin' gonna harm you, oh oh oh
With Mommy and Daddy standing by,


humming