My window faces the South, I'm almost halfway to heaven
Snow is falling, but still I can't 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
My window faces the South.
Snow is falling, but still I can't 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
My window faces the South.