Текст песни Summertime - Mark Medlock

Summertime, time, time
Child, the living's easy.
Fish are jumping out
And the cotton, Lord
Cotton's high, Lord, so high.
Your daddy's rich
And your ma is so good-looking, baby.
She's looking good now
Hush, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby
No, no, no, no, don't you cry.
Don't you cry!
One of these mornings
You're gonna rise, rise up singing
You're gonna spread your wings
Child, and take, take to the sky
Lord, the sky.
But until that morning
Honey, n-n-nothing's going to harm you now
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no