Introd.: Summertime And the livin' is easy Fish are jumpin' And the cotton is high Your daddy's rich And your mama's good-lookin' So hush, little baby, don't you cry One of these mornin's You're gonna rise up singin'; You're gonna spread your wings and take to the sky But 'til that mornin' Ain't nothin' can harm you With daddy and mammy standin' by