Summertime

Summertime the weather is easy.

Fish are jumping out

And the cotton is high

Your daddy's rich

And your ma is good-looking

So hush, pretty baby

Don't you cry, don't you cry.

One of these mornings

You've got to rise up singing,

Then you're spread your wings

And you'll take to the sky

But until that morning,

That ain't nothing can be and you

Please daddy and mammy

Standing by