Summertime and the living is easy.
Fish are a-jumpin' and the cotton is high.
Your daddy's rich and your mama's good-looking.
So, hush, little baby, don't you cry.

One of these mornings, you're gonna rise up singin'.
Then you'll spread your wings and take to the sky.
But until that morning there's nothing can harm you.
With daddy and mamma standing by.