(Ira Gershwin / George Gershwin, Heyward Du Bose)

Summertime, and the living is easy
Fish are jumping
And the cotton is high

Your daddies'rich
And your ma is good looking
So hush, little baby, don't you cry
One of these mornings you're gonna rise and sing
Then you'll spread your wings
And you'll take to the sky
But 'till that morning
There's nothing can harm you
With your daddy and mommy
Standing by, don't you cry