Bob Blake - Summertime lyrics

Summertime and the livin's easy Fish are jumpin', and the cotton is high Oh yo' daddy's rich and yo' ma is good lookin' So hush, little baby, don' yo' cry One of these mornin's you goin' to rise un singin' Then you'll spread yo' wings an' you'll take the sky But till that mornin', there's a-nothin' can harm you With Daddy and Mammy standin' by