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.