Lyric Summertime

Summertime, and the livin is easy
Fish are jumpin and the cotton is high
Oh! Your Daddy s rich and your Ma is good lookin
So, hush little baby, don t you cry . . .

One of these mornin s you re gonna rise up singin
Then you ll spread your wings, and you ll take to the sky
But till that mornin there s a nothin can harm you,
with Daddy and Mammy standin by . . .



But till that mornin there s a nothin can harm you,
with Daddy and Mammy standin by . . .

Standing by . . .