Summertime. Summertime And the living is easy, The fishes are jumping and the cotton is high. Your daddy''s rich, And your ma she is good looking, So hush, little baby, don''t you cry. One of these mornings You gonna rise up singing, And then you''ll spread your wings and you''ll take to the sky. But till that morning there''s nothing''s gonna harm you With Daddy and Mammy standing by. Oh,standing by... So hush little baby... Don''t you cry?