Now, the pale Moon's shining on the fields below The 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 blowing through the pinewood trees The 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 up the river, coming and going
Splashing the night away Oh, yes You hear those banjos ringing And the folks are singing And they dance till the break of day, yeah
Dear, old southland with his dreamy songs You take me back where I belong Right in my mammy's arms
