Summertime
DuBose Heyward, Ira Gershwin, George Gershwin
Summertime and the living' is easy
Fish are jumpin' and the cotton grows high
Well, your dad is rich and your ma is good lookin'
Hush little baby, don't you cry
One of these mornings you're gonna rise up cryin'
You are gonna spread your wings and fly to the sky
But until that mornin' nothin' gonna harm you
Hush my baby you'll be fine
Don't you cry
