Joanne Shaw Taylor Summertime
Summertime, and the living is easy
Fish are jumping, and the cotton is high
Your daddy's rich, and your mama's good-looking
So hush, little baby, don't cry
Don't you cry, don't you cry
One of these mornings, you're gonna rise up singing
And we'll spread your wings, and you'll take to the sky, to the sky
But 'til that morning, there ain't nothing can harm you
With daddy and mama standing by
Standing by, standing by
Summertime, and the living is easy
Fish are jumping, and the cotton is high
Oh, your daddy's rich, and your mama's good-looking
So hush, little baby, don't you cry
Don't you cry, don't you cry
