Intro: 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.