summertime

summertime, and the living is easy,
fish are jumping and the cotton is high,
oh your daddy's rich, and your ma is good-looking,
so hush, little baby, don't you cry

one of these mornings, you gonna rise up singing,
you're gonna spread your wings and take to the sky,
but till that morning, there's a-nothing can harm you,
with daddy and mommy standing by.

here.