SUMMERTIME
D. Heyward, G. Gershwin
1935

Summertime an' the livin' is easy,
Fish are jumpin', and the cotton is high.
Oh, yo' dad is rich,
An yo' ma is good lookin'
So hush, little baby, don't you cry.

Onbe of these mornin's
You goin' to rise up singin',
Then you'll spread your wings
an'you'll take the sky.
But till that mornin'
there's a nothin' can harm you
with Daddy an' Mammy standin' by.