Summertime - The Platters
Summertime and the living is easy
Fish are jumping
And the cotton is high
Oh oh your daddy is rich
And your ma is good looking
So hush little baby
Don't you cry
One of these mornings
You're going to rise up singing
Then you spread your wings
And you take to the sky
But till that morning
There's nothing can harm you
With your daddy and your mommy standing by
Oh summertime
Summertime
