Golden Gate Quartet

Summertime Lyrics



Summertime and the livin' is easy

Fish are jumpin', and the cotton is high

Your Daddy's rich and your Mama is good lookin'

So, hush, little baby don't you cry



One of these mornings you're gonna rise up singin'

You're gonna spread your wings and take to the sky, take

to the sky

But until that mornin' there's nothin' that can harm you

With Daddy and Mommy standin' by