Lyrics:
it every time, you're losing me now
And I won't be denied by you, the animal inside of you
Oh, oh, I want some more
Oh, oh, what are you waiting
Summertime, and the livin' is easy
Fish are jumpin' and the cotton is high
Your daddy's rich and your ma is good-lookin'
So hush little baby, don't
Droves of growers rolling by
In the trees and way below
Simple factors foiling time
Never did we seem to know
She was high and I was low
Sitting
Summertime
And the livin' is easy
Fish are jumpin'
And the cotton is high
You're daddy's rich
And your mom is good lookin'
So hush little
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
born
And laid within a manger
Upon this blessed morn
The which His Mother Mary
Did nothing take in scorn
O tidings of comfort and joy,
Comfort
Face my scorn
"Vengance" she cries to me "take his life make him suffer"
The boy calls for retribution "watch him beg, hear him scream!"
For the boy
Hush-a-bye, ma baby, slumbertime is comin' soon,
Rest yo' head upon my breast while Mommy hums a tune,
The sandman is callin' where shadows are
Summertime
And the livin' is easy
Fish are jumpin'
And the cotton is high
Oh your daddy's rich
And your ma is good lookin'
So hush little
Hush a bye my baby slumber time is coming soon
Rest your head on mommie's breast while daddy hums a tune
Are the old folks were humming the banjos
By my side
Baby don't cry
For the rest of my life
Hush-hush don't you cry
Hush-hush dry your eyes
Baby don't cry
Dry your
Dry your eyes
hush, little baby don't you cry
One of these mornings
You're gonna rise up singing
You gonna spread your wings
And take, and take to the sky
Until that
lacka-lacka-lacka, cracka, lacka-lacka-lacka
(Baby, yeah, yeah, uh-huh, uh-huh)
Uh-huh, lacka-lacka-lacka, cracka, lacka-lacka-lacka
Ah ha, hush that fuss
widow on the shore
Between the desert and the dove
Money is his only love
Feeling nothing deep inside
His mind is governed by his pride
In a smoky
steps to the border
You can already smell the sea
If they have not heard us leaving
By four we out of here by four
Hush, Hush
Hush, Hush, make no noise
Summertime
And the livin' is easy
Fish are jumpin'
And the cotton is high
Your daddy's rich
And your mamma's good lookin'
So hush, little baby
Don't
It went right by me
At the time it went over my head
I was looking out the window
I should have looked
At your face instead
It went right by
the strangers eyes
And who are we to criticize or scorn the things that they do?
For we shall seek and we shall find Ammonia Avenue
If we call for
Summertime and the livin' is easy
Fish are jumpin' and the cotton is high
Oh your daddy's rich and your ma is good lookin'
So hush little babby,
Oh list to the lay of a poor Irish harper
And scorn not the strains of his old, withered hands
But remember his fingers, they once could move
and you'll take to the sky
But till that morning there ain't nothing can harm you
With daddy and mommy, mommy standing by
So hush little baby, baby don't
of that good ole mountain dew
They call it that ole mountain dew Lord Lord and them that refuse it are few
I'll hush up my mug if you'll fill up my jug
Images on the sidewalk
Speak of dream's descent
Washed away by the storms
To graves of cynical lament
Dirty canvases to call my own
Protest
Oh list to the lay of a poor Irish harper
And scorn not the strains of his old, withered hands
But remember his fingers, they once could move
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