Summertime

Summertime, summertime
Summer, summer, summertime
Summertime, summertime
Summer, summer, summertime

Summertime and the livin' is easy
Fish are jumpin' and the cotton is high
Your daddy's rich and your ma is good-lookin'
So hush, little baby, don't you cry

One of these mornings
You're gonna jump off the ceiling
Then you'll spread your wings
And you'll take to the sky (Summertime, summertime, summertime)
Until that morning
There is nothing to harm you
Your daddy and mommy standing by

Summertime, summertime
Summertime, summertime
Summertime, summertime
Summertime, summertime

One of these mornings
You're gonna jump off the ceiling
Then you'll spread your wings
And you'll take to the sky (Summertime, summertime, summertime)
Until that morning
There is nothing to harm you
Your mommy and daddy standing by
Oh, oh, oh
Mommy and daddy standing by
Oh, oh, oh