Summertime
Peter Gabriel
Summertime
And the livin' is easy,
Fish are jumpin'
And the cotton is high
Yo' daddy's rich
An' yo' ma is good lookin'
So hush, little baby
Don't you cry...
One of these mornin's,
You's gonna rise up singin'
Then you'll spread yo' wings
An' you'll take the sky
Till that mornin',
There's ain't nothin' can harm you
With daddy and mommy standing by
Standing
