Lyrics Summertime - The Platters

Summertimes and the living is easy
Fish are jumping and the cotton is high
Oh oh your daddy's rich and your ma's good looking
So hush little baby don't you cry

One of these mornings you are gonna rise up singing
Then you 'll spread your wings
And you'll take to the sky
But still that morning
There's nothing can harm you
With your daddy and your mammy standing by