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 meMy 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 southMy window faces the south

I'm almost halfway to heaven

Snow is falling but still I can't see

Fields of cotton calling to meMy 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