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
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