My Window Faces The South
My window faces the South
Im almost halfway to heaven
The snow is falling but still I can see
Fields of cotton calling to me
My window faces the South
Though I am far from the Swanee
Im never frowning or down in the mouth
My window faces the South
My window faces the South
Im almost halfway to heaven
The snow is falling but still I can see
Fields of cotton calling to me
My window faces the South
Though I am far from the Swanee
Im never frowning or down in the mouth
My window faces the South
My window faces the South
My window faces the South