Summertime

Summertime, time, time

Child, the living´s easy

Fish are jumping out

And the cotton, 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 soread your wings,

            Child, and take, take to the sky

 

            But untill that morning 

            Honey, n-n-nothing´s going to harm you now

            No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. . .

            Don´t you cry

            Cry.