Now the pale moon shining on the fields below
That folks are crooning soft and low
You needn't tell me, boy, because I know, yes
When it's sleepy time down south, yes

The soft wind blowin' through the pine wood trees
That folks down there live a life of ease
When old mammy falls on her knees, yes
When it's sleepy time down south, yes

Steamboats on the river a coming or a going
Splashing the night away, oh yes
You hear those banjos ringin', and the folks are singin'
And they dance till the break of day, yes

Dear old southland with his dreamy song
Yeah, take me back where I belong
Right in my mammy's arms