My window faces the South

I'm almost halfway to heaven

The snow is falling but 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 frowning or down in the mouth

My window faces the South

My window faces the South

I'm almost halfway to heaven

The snow is falling but 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 frowning or down in the mouth

My window faces the South

My window faces the South

My window faces the South