Summertime,
And the livin' is easy
Fish are jumpin'
And the cotton is high
Oh your daddy's rich
And your ma is good lookin'
So hush, little baby,
Don't you cry
One of these mornings
You're going to rise up singing
Then you'll spread your wings
And you'll take to the sky
But till that morning
There's a'nothing can harm you
With daddy and mamma standing by

INVIA LE CORREZIONI