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 mornin's you're gonna rise up singin' 
Then you'll spread your wings, and you'll take to the sky 
But 'till that mornin' there's a nothin' can harm you, 
with Daddy and Mammy standin' by . . . 
  
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But 'till that mornin' there's a nothin' can harm you, 
with Daddy and Mammy standin' by . . . 
  
Standing by . . .