Summertime - Nicola Arigliano

Summertime

And the livin' is easy,

Fish are jumpin'

And the cotton is high.

Your daddy’s rich,

And your ma is good lookin',

So hush, little baby

Don’t you cry

One of these mornin’s

And you’re gonna rise up singin',

Then you’ll spread you wings

And you’ll take to the sky.

Till that mornin'

There’s a nothin' can harm you

So hush, little baby

Don’t you cry.

You go right sun beam

And the living is easy,

Fish are jumping

And the cotton is high.

Your daddy’s rich,

And your ma is good lookin',

So hush, little baby

Don’t you cry

Summertime!