Summertime

Summertime
And the living is easy.
Fish are jumping
And the cotton is high.

Your daddy's rich
And your mommy's good looking
So hush little baby
Don't you cry.

One of these mornings
You're going to rise up singing
Then you'll spread your wings
And you'll learn how to fly.

But until that morning
There ain't nothing can harm you
With daddy and mommy
Standing by.



Credits
Writer(s): Ira Gershwin, George Gershwin, Du Bose Heyward, Dorothy Heyward
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