Karen Souza Summertime ^минус

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 goin' to rise up singing 
Then you'll spread your wings 
And you'll take to the sky 
But till that morning 
There's a nothin' can harm you 
With daddy and mammy standin' by 
So don't you cry.