Summertime
Summertime and the livin is easy
Fish are jumpin and the cotton is fine
Oh, your daddys rich and your ma is good-lookin
So, hush, little baby, dont you cry
One of these mornings,
Youre gonna rise up singin
Then youll spread your wings
And youll take the sky
But till the morning,
Theres a-nothin can harm you
With daddy and mammy standin by