Summertime child and the livings easy
Catfish are jumping and the cotton is high
Your daddy's rich and your mommas good looking
so child don't you cry.
One of these mornings child your gonna rise up singing
You're gonna spread your wings and fly.
Until that morning Honey nothing is gonna harm you baby
nothing is ever gonna let you down
Baby baby baby, no no no don't you cry.
Hi Radix (((Hugs)))