Church Charlotte - Summertime Lyrics

Summertime
And de livin is easy
Fish are jumpin
an de cotton is high
oh you daddy's rich
an yo ma's good lookin
so hush little baby don you cry

One of dese mourins
You goin to rise to singin
Den you'll spread yo wings
An you'll take the sky
But till that mourin
Deres a nothin can harm you
With daddy an mommy standing by