by George Gershwin

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 mama\’s good-looking
she\’s looking good now
hush, little baby
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

but until that morning
honey, n-n-nothing\’s going to harm you now
no, no, no
don\’t you cry