Fish are jumpin', an' the cotton is high
Oh, your Daddy's rich, an' 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
Until that mornin', there's a-nothin'
can harm you
With Daddy an' Mammy standin' by
Summertime feels like I'm going