Summertime - Bessie Smith
Summer time and the living is easy
Fish are jumping
And the cotton is high
Oh your daddy is rich
And your mom is good looking
So hush little baby
Don't you cry
One of these mornings
Yor're gonna rise up singing
Yeh as you spread your wings
And you take to the sky
But till that morning
There's nothing can hold you
With daddy and mommy
Standing by
One of these mornings you're gonna rise up singing
Then you'll spread your wings and you'll take to the sky
But till that morning there ain't nothing can harm you
With daddy and mommy mommy standing by
