My Window Faces 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
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