Summertime
Child，you re living easy
Fish are jumping out
And the cotton lord
Cotton's high lord so high
Your daddy's rich
and your ma so good-looking,babe
Don't you know she is good-looking?babe
Whoa,hush,baby baby baby baby......
No no no no no don't you cry
Whoa,one of these mornings
you'll rise up singing
you're gonna spreading up your wings
Yeah,child,you take
Take to the sky
Lord the sky until that morning
Honey,nothing s going to harm you
No no no no no no no......
Don't you cry
Ah.......