Summertime an' the livin' is easy,
Fish are jumpin' an' the cotton is high.
Oh, yo' daddy's rich,
An' yo' ma is good lookin'!
So hush, little baby, don' - you cry.
One of these mornin's
You gonna rise up singing!
Then you'll spread yo' wings -
An' you'll take the sky.
But till that mornin' there's
A nothin' can harm you.
With Daddy an' Mammy standin' by

KORREKTUREN ÃœBERMITTELN