[Verse 1]
My window faces the south
I'm almost halfway to heaven
Snow is falling but still I can see
Fields of cotton calling to me

[Verse 2]
My window faces the south
And though I am far from the Swanee
I'm never frowning or down in the mouth
My window faces the south

[Instrumental]

[Verse 1]
My window faces the south
I'm almost halfway to heaven
Snow is falling but still I can see
Fields of cotton calling to me

[Verse 2]
My window faces the south
And 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