George Gershvin 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 gonna rise up singin'
Then you'll spread your wings
And you'll take to the sky
But 'til that morning
There is nothin' can harm you
With daddy and mommy standin' by