Moon is creeping up behind the levee You can tell his eyelids are getting mighty heavy Down in the south lands the sandman's on his way It's slumbertime along the Swanee Hush of the evenin' falls on every cabin Birds are feather nesting and crickets starts to gabbin' That's when the sandman's busy as a bee It's slumbertime along the Swanee Little cold black roses tired from play all tumble into bed Soon they'll all be dreamin' About molasses and shortenin' bread Moon comes high up peeping through the willows Little those kid darlings are sleeping on their pillows Down in the south lands, sandman's on his way It's slumbertime along the Swanee