Summertime
Dorothy Heyward / DuBose Heyward / George Gershwin / Ira 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
So, 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
But till that morning, there's nothing can harm you
With daddy and mammy standing by