Misc

Summer time   -   Mahalia Jackson
                 Sissel Kyrkjebo


Summer time an' the living is easy.

Fish are jumping an' the cotton is high.

Oh, yo' daddy's rich, an' yo' ma is good looking.

So hush, little baby, don't you cry.


One of these mornin's you gonna rise up singing.

Then you'll spread yo' wings an' you'll take the sky.

But till that morning there's a nothing can harm you.

With Daddy and Mammy standing by.


Sometimes I feel like a motherless child

Sometimes I feel like a motherless child

Sometimes I feel like a motherless child