Текст песни Summertime - Charlotte Church , George Gershwin

Summertime
And the living is easy
Fish are jumping
And the cotton is high
Oh your daddy's rich
And your ma is good looking
Oh hush little baby, don't you cry
One of these mornings
You're gonna rise up singing
Then you'll spread your wings
And you'll take the sky
Untill that morning
There's a nothing can harm you