Mahalia Jackson — Summertime/Sometimes I Feel Like A Motherless Child

Summertime And the livin' is easy Fish are jumpin'and the cotton is high Oh, your daddy is rich and your mamma's good lookin' So, hush little baby Don't you cry One of these mornings You're gonna rise up singing You're gonna spread your wings Take to the sky But till that morning Nothing will harm you Daddy and mama They'll be standing by Sometimes I feel like a motherless child Sometimes I feel like a motherless child Sometimes I feel like a motherless child Just a long way, from my home oh Lord Just A long way, from home Long way from home Long way from home Summertime and the living is easy Fish are jumping oh And the cotton is high Oh your daddy is rich And your mama is good looking So hush little baby, don't you cry One of these mornings You gonna' rise up singing You gonna' hoist your way home Take to the skies But tell that morning nothing can harm you With dad and mommy they'll be standing by