Summertime

Summertime - Helen Traubel

Summertime

And the living is easy

Fish are jumping

And the cotton is high

Oh your daddy's rich

And your mammy's good looking

So hush little baby

Don't you cry

One of these mornings

You're going to rise up singing

Then you'll spread your wings

And you'll take the sky

Until that morning

There's a nothing can harm you

With daddy and mammy standing by