My window faces the south
That old south land
Yeah
My window faces the south (ooh)
I'm almost halfway to heaven (yes, heaven)
The snow is falling still I can see (what you looking at)
Fields of cotton smiling at me
And though I am far from the Swanee (from the Swanee)
I'm never frowning or down in the mouth (no, sir)
My window faces the south (yeah)
My window faces the south (yes, to the south)
I'm almost halfway to heaven (to heaven)
The snow is falling still I can see (yes)
Fields of cotton smiling at me (aw)
And though I am far from the Swanee (the Swanee)
I'm never frowning or down in the mouth (never)