Summertime, Part 1
DuBose Heyward, Ira Gershwin
Summertime and the living is easy
Fish are jumping and the cotton is high
Your daddy's rich and your ma is good-looking
So hush little baby, don't you cry
One of these mornings you're gonna rise up singing
Then you spread your wings and take to the sky
But until that morning there is nothing can harm you, no, no, no, no
With daddy and mommy standing by
