Summertime

Summertime - The Platters

Summertime and the living is easy

Fish are jumping

And the cotton is high

Oh 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 the sky

But till that morning

There's nothing can harm you

With your daddy and your mommy standing by

Oh summertime

Summertime