Summertime

Summertime - Edmund Hockridge

Summer time and the living is easy

Fish are jumping

And the cotton is high

Oh your daddy is rich

And your mom is good looking

So hush little baby

Don't you cry

One of these mornings

She gonna rise up singing

Yeh you spread your wings

And you take to sky

But till that morning

There's nothing can hold you

Yeh your daddy and your mommy

Standing by

Standing by

Standing by