Summertime Songtext
von The Paul Smith Quartet

Summertime, and the living is easy
Fish are jumping and the cotton is high
Your daddy′s rich and your ma is good-looking
So hush little baby, baby don't you cry

One of these mornings you′re gonna rise up singing
Then you'll spread your wings and you'll take to the sky
But ′til that morning there′s a-nothing can harm you
With daddy and mommy, mommy standing by

Don't you cry