My window faces the south I'm almost halfway to heaven Snow is falling, still I can see Fields of cotton, calling to me My window faces the south Though I'm far from the Suwannee I'm never frowning or down in the mountain My window faces the south My window faces the south I'm almost halfway to heaven Snow is falling, still I can see Fields of cotton, calling to me My window faces the south Though I'm far from the Suwannee I'm never frowning or down in the mountain My window faces the south My window faces the south My window faces the south