My window faces the South
I'm almost halfway to heaven
Snow is falling, still I can see
Fields of cotton calling to me
My window faces the South
And though I am far from the Swanee
I'm never frownin' or down in the mouth,
My window faces the South
My window faces the South,
I'm almost halfway to heaven
Snow is falling, still I can see
Fields of cotton calling to me
My window faces the South
Though I am far from the Swanee
I'm never frownin' or down in the mouth,
My window faces the South
My window faces the South
My window faces the South