Golden Gate Quartet Summertime
Summertime and the livin' is easy
Fish are jumpin', and the cotton is high
Your Daddy's rich and your Mama is good lookin'
So, hush, little baby don't you cry
One of these mornings you're gonna rise up singin'
You're gonna spread your wings and take to the sky, take
to the sky
But until that mornin' there's nothin' that can harm you
With Daddy and Mommy standin' by
