My window faces the south
And I'm almost halfway to heaven
The snow is falling but all I can see
Are those fields of cotton smiling back at me
My Window faces the South
And though I am far from that Swanee
I'm never frowning or down in the mouth
My Window faces the South
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My window faces the south
And I'm almost halfway to heaven
The snow is falling but all I can see
Are those fields of cotton smiling back at me
My Window faces the South
And though I am far from that Swanee
I'm never frowning or down in the mouth
My Window faces the South