Summertime
Big Brother and the Holding Company
Summertime, time, time,
Child, the living’s easy
Fish are jumping out
And the cotton, Lord,
Cotton’s high, Lord so high
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 a-looking good now,
Hush, baby, baby, baby, baby now,
No, no, no, no, no, no, no,
Don’t you cry, don’t you cry
And your ma is so good-looking, baby
She’s a-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
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,
Don’t you cry, don’t you cry
Honey, n-n-nothing’s going to harm ya,
No, no, no no, no no, no,
Don’t you cry, don’t you cry
Compositori: Du Bose Heyward / George Gershwin / Ira Gershwin
Testo di Summertime © T-Series
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Una grandissima artista, il cui canto arrivava da una profonda sorgente di umanità, che risvegliava in modo struggente la nostra.