Summertime - The Twilight Singers

Summertime

And the livin' is easy

Fish are jumpin'

And the cotton is high

Your daddy’s rich

And your mama’s good-looking, mm-mm-mm

So hush, little baby

Don’t, don’t you cry

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

But until that morning

Ain’t nothin' can harm you

No, no

Your daddy and mama

Are standin' by

Standin' by

Standin' by