Summertime Cazuza

Summertime the weather is easy
Fish are jumping out
And the cotton is high

Your daddy's rich
And your ma is good-looking
So hush, pretty baby
Don't you cry, don't you cry

One of these mornings
You've got to rise up singing
Then you're spread your wings
And you'll take to the sky

But until that morning
That ain't nothing can be and you
Please daddy and mammy
Standing by
Don't you cry, oh baby
Don't you cry