Summertime testo

Summertime, and the living is easyThe fish are jumping, the cotton is highYour daddy's rich, your mama's good lookingI said, hush, little baby, don't you cry.One of these mornings, you're bound to rise up singingThen you'll spread your wings, and take to the skyBut until that morning, nothing's going to harm you, noWith your daddy and mama standing by