Summertime, summertime, summer, summer, summertime) Summertime And the livin' is easy Fish are jumpin' 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 gonna rise up singin' Then you'll spread your wings And take to the sky. Until that morning There is nothing to harm you Your mommy and daddy standing by. Your mommy and daddy standing by.