Summertime, and the livin' is easy
Fish are jumpin' 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 mornin's you're gonna rise up singin'
Then you'll spread your wings, and you'll take to the sky
But 'till that mornin' there's a nothin' can harm you,
With daddy and mammy standin' by . . .

But 'till that mornin' there's a nothin' can harm you,
With daddy and mammy standin' by . . .

Standing by . . .