| Summertime, | |
| And the livin' is easy | |
| Fish are jumpin' | |
| And the cotton is high | |
| Oh~Your daddy's rich | |
| And your mamma's good lookin' | |
| 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 daddy and mamma standing by | |
| One of these mornings | |
| You're going to rise up singing | |
| And you'll take to the sky | |
| Then you'll spread your wings | |
| But till that morning | |
| There's a'nothing can harm you | |
| With daddy and mamma standing by | |
| With daddy and mamma standing by |