Summertime
And the living is easy
Fish are jumping
And the cotton is high

Oh, your daddy is rich
And your ma is good looking
So hush, little baby
Don't you cry

One of these mornings
You gonna rise up singing
You're gonna hoist your way, oh
Take to the sky

But 'til that morning
Nothing will harm you
With dad and mammy
They'll be standing by

Sometime I feel like a motherless child
Sometime I feel like a motherless child
Sometime I feel like a motherless child

Just a long way
From my home, oh Lord
Just a long way
From my home
Hm, hm, hm-hm-hm
Hm-hm-hm, hm
Hm, hm, hm

Long way from home
Long way from home

Summertime
And the living is easy
Fish are jumping, oh
And the cotton is high

Oh, your daddy is rich
And your ma is good looking
So hush, little baby
Don't you cry

One of these mornings
You gonna rise up singing
You're gonna hoist your way, oh
Take to the sky

But 'til that morning
Nothing will harm you
With dad and mommy
They'll be standing by

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Writer(s): Dubose Heyward, George Gershwin, Ira Gershwin, Traditional