Summertime and the livin' is easy
Fish are jumping and the cotton is high
Oh, your daddy's rich and your ma is good lookin'
So hush little baby, Don't you cry.
One of these mornings you're gonna rise up singing,
And you'll spread your wings and you'll take to the sky,
But 'til that morning, there ain't nothin' can harm you,
With Daddy and Mammy standing by.