Carl Strommen Summertime ^минус

Summertime and the livin' is easy
Fish are jumpin' and the cotton is hire
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