Lyrics: Summertime, Child, your living's easy. Fish are, fish are jumping out And the cotton, Lord, Cotton's high, Lord so high. Your dad's rich And your ma is so good-looking, baby. She's a-looking pretty fine to me now, Hush, baby, baby, baby, baby now, No, no, no, no, no, no, no, Don't you cry, don't you cry.