Summertime and the living 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, now don't you cry. One of these mornin's you're gonna rise up singin'. Then you'll spread your wings and take the sky, But till that mornin' ain't nothin' can harm you ... With your daddy and mammy standin' by.