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