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,
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