Summertime, and the living easy
Fish are jumping and the cotton is high
And your daddy is rich, and your ma' is beatiful
So hush little baby don't you cry
One off these mornings youre gonna rise up singing
Then your spread your wings and take to the sky
But till that morning there is nothing can harm you
With dady and mummy standby
One off these mornings youre gonna rise up singin
Then youre spread youre wings and take to the sky
But till that morning, there is nothing can harm you
With daddy and mummy standi'n by
Standi'n by

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