Summertime
Dorothy Heyward, Du Bose Heyward, George Gershwin, Ira Gershwin
Summertime and the living is easy
Fish are jumping and the cotton is high
Oh, your Daddy's rich and your Momma's good looking
So hush, little baby, don't you cry
One of these mornings, you're gonna rise up singing
Then you'll spread your wings and you'll take the sky
But till that morning there's nothing can harm you
With Daddy and Mommy standing by