Summertime (Ella Fitzgerald)


Summertime and the living is easy
Fish are jumping and the cotton is high
Oh your daddy’s rich and your ma is goodlooking
So hush little baby don’t you cry
One of these mornings you’re gonna rise up singing
Then you’ll spread your wings and you’ll take to the sky
But till that morning there’s nothing can harm you
With daddy and mummy standing by.