Summertime,
Child, you're living easy.
Fish are, fish are jumping out
And the cotton, Lord, cotton's high, Lord, so high.
Your daddy's rich
And your ma, honey I think she's a mighty good-looking babe.
I think she's looking pretty fine to me now.
Hush, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby,
No, no, no, no, no, don't you cry.
Don't you cry!!!
One of these mornings
Child, you'll rise up singing,
An' since you gotta go, honey, spread your wings,
You can take, take the sky,
Lord, the sky.
Until that morning,
Honey, n-n-no, nothing's gonna harm you babe.
I said, honey, no one's ever gonna let you down,
They wouldn't do it.
Hush, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby,
No, no, no, no, no, don't you cry.
No!
Cry.
