Summertime

Summertime - George Gershwin (乔治·格什文)

Summertime and the living is easy

Fish are jumping

And the cotton is high

Oh your daddy is rich

And your ma is good looking

So hush little baby

Don't you cry

One of these mornings

You're going to rise up singing

Then you spread your wings

And you take to sky

But till that morning

There's nothing can harm you

With daddy and mommy standing by

One of these mornings

You're going to rise up singing

Then you spread your wings

And you take to sky

But till that morning

There's nothing can harm you

With daddy and mommy standing by