Summertime

by DuBose Heyward

Summertime
And the living is easy
Fish are jumping
And the cotton is high

Your daddy's rich
And your mama's good-looking
So hush, little baby
Don't you cry

One of these mornings
You're going to rise up singing
Then you'll spread your wings
And you'll take to the sky

But till that morning
There's a-nothing can harm you
With your daddy and mamma
Standing by