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 mornings you're gonna rise up singing
You're gonna spread your wings and away you'll fly
But 'til that morning, nothin' will harm you
With Daddy and Mammy standin' by
Summertime, and the livin' is easy
Fish are jumpin' and the cotton is high
Your daddy's rich and your ma, your ma is good-lookin'
So hush little baby, don't you cry
Summertime, summertime, summertime, summertime...
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