My window faces the south
I'm almost halfway to heaven
Snow is falling
But 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 frowning
Or down in the mouth
My window faces the south
My window faces the south
I'm almost halfway to heaven
Snow is falling
But 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 frowning
Or down in the mouth
My window faces the south
My window faces the south