summertime

Harry Belafonte

Summertime and the livinââ?¬â?¢ is easy
Fish are jumpinââ?¬â?¢ and the cotton is high
Oh your daddyââ?¬â?¢s rich and your ma is good looking
So hush little baby, donââ?¬â?¢t you cry
One of these mornings
Youââ?¬â?¢re goinââ?¬â?¢ to rise up singing
Then you spread your wings
And youââ?¬â?¢ll take to the sky
But till that morning
Thereââ?¬â?¢s nothinââ?¬â?¢ can harm you
With daddy and mammy standinââ?¬â?¢ by