Summertime

Summertime - Sam Cooke

Written by：Gershwin/Heyward

Summertime and the living is easy

Fish are jumping and

The cotton is high

Your daddy's rich and

Your mama's good looking

So hush little baby don't you cry

One of these mornings you're

Gonna rise up singing

The you spread your wings

And take to the sky

But until that morning there

Is nothing can harm you

With daddy and the mommy standing by