Summertime, and the living is easy Fish are jumping, and cotton is high Your daddy's rich, and your ma is good looking So hush little baby, don't you cry Humming One of these mornings, you're gonna rise up singing Humming Then you'll spread your wings, and take to the sky But until that morning, there is nothing can harm you No, no, no, no, with daddy and mommy standing by Humming HUMMING