Carmen Ezgeta

Summertime.

     Summertime, and the living is easy
         The fish are jumping, the cotton is high
               Your daddy's rich, your mama's good looking
                   I said, hush, little baby, don't you cry.
                         One of these mornings, you're bound to rise up singing
                             Then you'll spread your wings, and take to the sky
                                   But until that morning, nothing's going to harm you, no
                                       With your daddy and mama standing by.

Summertime

(1934)

 

lyrics:               DuBose Heyward   &   Ira Gershwin  (born Israel Gershwin)

           (1885 - 1940)                    (1896 - 1983)