Summertime and the livins easy,
Fish are jumpin, and the cotton is high.
Oh yo daddys rich and yo ma is good lookin,
So hush, little baby, don yo cry.
One of these mornins you goin to rise un singin,
Then youll spread yo wings an youll take the sky.
But till that mornin, theres a-nothin can harm you
With daddy and mammy standin by.
Fish are jumpin, and the cotton is high.
Oh yo daddys rich and yo ma is good lookin,
So hush, little baby, don yo cry.
One of these mornins you goin to rise un singin,
Then youll spread yo wings an youll take the sky.
But till that mornin, theres a-nothin can harm you
With daddy and mammy standin by.