Текст песни Beverly Jo Scott - Summertime

Текст:

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, baby, 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 you now, No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no No, no, no, no, 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, Cry.

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