Summertime

Yeah, yeah, yeah
Summertime and the living is easy
Fish are jumping and the cotton is high
Your Pape's rich and your Ma is good looking child
So won't you hush little baby don't you cry

One of these mornings you're gonna rise up singing
Spread your wings and then take to the sky
Till that morning there is nothing can harm you
So won't you hush little baby don't you cry.



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