Summertime / Sometimes I Feel Like a Motherless Child

Summertime / Some times I feel like a
motherless child (560327D)
Summertime, and the living is easy,
Fish are jumping and the cotton is high.
Oh, your daddy is rich and you ma is good-looking,
So hush little baby, don't you cry.
One of these morning's you gonna rise up singing,
You gonna hide your way, you take to the sky.
But 'till that morning nothing will harm you,
With daddy and mammy there be standing by.
Sometimes I feel like a motherless child,
Sometimes I feel like a motherless child,
Sometimes I feel like a motherless child,
Just a long way from home, Lord,
Just a long way from home.
Hm-m-m-m ...
A long way from home, home, long way from home.
Summertime, and the living is easy,
Fish are jumping - oh - and the cotton is high.
Oh, your daddy is rich and you ma is good-looking,
So hush little baby don't you cry.
One of these morning you gonna rise up singing,
You gonna hide your way, you take to the sky.
But 'till that morning nothing get harm you,
With daddy and mammy there be standing by