Summertime

And the livin' is easy

Fish are jumpin'

And the cotton is high

On your daddy's rich

And your mamma's good lookin'

So hush little baby

Don't you cry

One of these morning

You're going to rise up singing

Then you'll spread your wings

And you'll take to the sky

But till that morning

There's a nothing can harm you

With daddy and mamma standing by

Aya