Summertime

Summertime Child, your living's easy. Fish are, jumping out And the cotton, Lord, Cotton's high, Lord so high. Your dad's rich And your ma is so good-looking, baby. She's a-looking good now, Hush, baby, baby, baby, baby now, No, no, no, 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. until that morning, Honey, n-n-nothing's going to harm you, No, no, no no, no no, no... Don't you cry — cry.