Summertime, time, time,
Child, the living's easy.

Fish are jumping out
And the cotton, Lord,
Cotton's high, Lord so high.
Your daddy's rich And your
is so good-looking, baby.
She's a-looking good now, Hush,

baby, baby, baby, baby now,

No, no, no, no, no, no, no,
Don't you cry, don't you cry.

One of these mornings

You're gonna rise, rise up singing,

You're gonna spread your wings,

child, And take,
take to the sky,
Lord, the sky.
But until that morning,
n-n-nothing's going
to harm ya,

No, no, no no,
no no, no...
Don't you cry

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