Summertime (Live at The Woodstock Music & Art Fair, August 16, 1969)

Summertime, time, time

Child, the living's easy

Fish are jumping out

And the cotton, Lord

Cotton's high, Lord so high

Your daddy's rich

And your ma is so good looking, baby

She's looking good now

Hush, baby, baby, baby, baby now

No, no, no, no, no, no, no

Don't you cry, don't you cry

One of these mornings

You're gonna rise, rise up singing

You're gonna spread your wings, child

And take, take to the sky

Lord, the sky

But until that morning

Honey, n-n-nothing's going to harm ya

No, no, no no, no no, no

No, no, no no, no no, no

No, no, no no, no no, no

Don't you cry, don't you cry