Тексты песен The Wailin' Jennys

Summertime, and the livin' is easy. Fish are jumpin' and the cotton is high. Oh, your daddy's rich and your mother's good-lookin'. So hush, little baby, don't you cry. Hush, child! One of these mornin

You wonder why you wonder when, You wonder how now and then, How you became who you've become You are here, And yet you dream of being there, Of being where you think the good life has begun Every dar