Summertime, and the living is easy
Fish are jumping, and the cotton is high.
Oh your daddy's rich, and your ma is good lookin'
So hush, little baby, don't you cry.
One of these mornings you're going to rise up singing,
You'll spread your wings and you'll take to the sky.
But until that morning, there's a-nothing can harm you
With your Daddy and Mammy standing by ...
Words by DeBose Heyward; Music by George Gershwin
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