Summertime, time, time
Child, the living's easy
Fish are jumping out
And the cotton Lord
Cotton's high, Lord, so high!
Yuor daddy's rich
And your ma is so good-looking, 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!
But until that morning
Honey, nothing's gonna harm you now
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no...
Don't you cry, cry