Overture And Summertime

Summertime - David Brooks

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 gonna rise up singing

Then you spread your wings

And you take the sky

But till that morning

There's nothing can harm you

With daddy and mommy standing by