Sunday Morning

Summertime
And the living is easy
Fish are jumpin
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
Spread your wings
And you'll take to the sky
But til that morning
There's nothing can harm you
Daddy and mommy standing by
Summer/summer Summer/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