Текст песни Summertime - Michael Bublé

Summertime
And the livin' is easy
Oh fish are jumpin'
And the cotton is high
Oh, your daddy's rich
And your mamma's good-lookin'

So hush little baby, don't you cry

One of these mornings
You're gonna rise up singin'
And you'll spread your wings
And you'll take to the sky
But till that morning
There ain't nothin' can harm you

With Daddy and Mammy standin' by