Summertime-John Coltrane

Summertime and the livin' is easy Fish are jumpin' and the cotton is fine 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 goin' to rise up singing Then you'll spread your wings And you'll take the sky But till that morning There's a nothin' can harm you With daddy and mammy standin' by