Lyrics Summertime - Ainhoa Arteta

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 mornings
You're going to rise up singing
Then you'll spread your wings
And you'll take to the sky

But till that morning
There's a'nothing can harm you
With daddy and mamma standing by