Summertime — George Gershvin

Summertime, and the livin' is easy Fish are jumpin' and the cotton is high Your daddy's rich, and your momma's good lookin' So hush little baby, baby don't you cry

One of these mornings, you're gonna rise up singing Then you'll spread your wings and you'll take to the sky But till that morning, there's a nothin' can harm you With daddy and mammy standing by