Summertime and the livin´s easy
Fish are jumpin´, and the cotton is high
Oh, yo´ daddy´s rich and yo´ ma is good lookin´
So hush, little baby, don´ yo´ cry

One of these mornin´s you goin´ to rise and singin´
Then you´ll spread yo´ wings an´ you´ll take the sky
But till that mornin´, there´s a-nothin´ can harm you
With daddy and mammy standin´ by