My Window Faces The South

My window faces the South I'm 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 I'm never frowning or down in the mouth My window faces the South My window faces the South I'm 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 I'm never frowning or down in the mouth My window faces the South My window faces the South My window faces the South