Mahalia Jackson - Summertime / Sometimes I Feel Like a Motherless Child

Summertime, and the living is easy
Fish are jumping and the cotton is high
Oh, your daddy is rich and you ma is good-looking
So hush little baby, don’t you cry
One of these morning’s you gonna rise up singing
You gonna hide your way, you take to the sky
But till that morning nothing will harm you
With daddy and mammy there 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 home, Lord
Just a long way from home
Hm-m-m-m

A long way from home, 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 you ma is good-looking
So hush, little baby, don’t you cry

One of these morning you gonna rise up singing
You gonna hide your way, you take to the sky
But till that morning nothing get harm you
With daddy and mammy there be standing by