Summertime
And the livin' is easy
Fish are jumpin
And the cotton is high
Your daddy's rich
And your ma is good-lookin
So hush,little babbie,don't you cry
One of these mornings
You're gonna rise up singing,sining
You'll spread your wings
And you'll take to the sky
But till that morning
There ain't nothin' that can,nothing that can harm you,no,no
With daddy and your mother standin' by
Don't you cry
So don't you cry
Don't you cry
Don't you cry