Intro: | | ( Summertime, and the livin' is ea - sy; 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 the sky. But 'til that mornin', just-a-nothin' can harm you With mama and papa stand - in' by.