Summertime

by Fantasia Barrino

Summertime and the livin is easy
Fish are jumpin and the cotton is high
Your dad is rich and your ma's good lookin
So hush little baby, don't you cry

One of these mornins your gonna rise singing
Then you'll spread your wings
And fly to the sky
But till that mornin nothins gonna harm you
With mama and daddy standin by