Summertime

Summertime - Bing Crosby (平克·勞斯)

Summer time and the living is easy

Fish are jumping

And the cotton is high

Oh your daddy is rich

And your mom so good looking

So hush little baby

Don't you cry

One of these mornings

Yor're gonna rise up singing

Then you spread your wings

And you take to the sky

But till that morning

There's nothing can hold you

With daddy and mommy

Standing by

One of these morings

You gonna rise up singing

Then you'll spread your wings

And you'll take to the sky

But till that morning

There's a nothin' can harm you

With daddy and mommy standin' by

Summer time