Summertime

Summertime - Marty Robbins (马丁·罗宾逊)

Summertime

And the living is easy

Fish are jumping

The cotton grows high

Your daddy's rich

And your mammy is good looking

Oh hush little baby

Don't you cry

One of these mornings

You're gonna wake up singing

You're gonna spread your wings

And fly to the sky

Until that morning

Ain't nothing gonna harm you

With your mammy and your daddy standing by

Summertime