Summertime, time, time child, the living's easy
Fish are jumping out
And the cotton, Lord, cotton's high, Lord so high
Your daddy's rich and your ma is so good looking, baby
She's a looking good now, hush, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby
No, no, no, no, don't you cry, don't you cry
One of these mornings you're gonna rise, rise up singing
You're gonna spread your wings, child
And take, take to the sky Lord, the sky
Until that morning
Honey, nothing's going to harm you now
No, no, no
No, no, no
No, no, no
Don't you cry? Cry

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