Summertime
Summertime the weather is easy.
Fish are jumping out
And the cotton is high
Your daddy's rich
And your ma is good-looking
So hush, pretty baby
Don't you cry, don't you cry.
One of these mornings
You've got to rise up singing,
Then you're spread your wings
And you'll take to the sky
But until that morning,
That ain't nothing can be and you
Please daddy and mammy
Standing by
Don't you cry, oh baby
Don't you cry
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