Summertime, and the livin' is easy 
Fish are jumpin' and the cotton is high 
Oh! Your Daddy's rich and your Ma is good lookin' 
So, hush little baby, don't you cry . . . 

One of these mornin's you're gonna rise up singin' 
Then you'll spread your wings, and you'll take to the sky 
But 'till that mornin' there's a nothin' can harm you, 
with Daddy and Mammy standin' by . . . 

But 'till that mornin' there's a nothin' can harm you, 
with Daddy and Mammy standin' by . . . 

Standing by . . .