By George Gershwin


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

One of these mornin’s you’re goin’ to rise up singin’,
Then you’ll spread your wings an’ you’ll take the sky.
But till that mornin’ there’s a nothin’ can harm you
With Daddy an’ Mommy standin’ by.