Pale moon shining on the / fields below
Folks are crooning songs / soft and low
Need not tell me so, be /cause I know it's
Sleepy time down / south
Softs winds blowing thru the / pinewood trees
Folks down there live a / life of ease
When the twilight brings the / evening breeze, it's
Sleepy time down / south
Steamboats on the river, a / coming, a going
Splashing the night a / way
Hear those banjos ringing, the / folks are all singing, they
Dance till break of / day
Dear old Southland with its / dreamy songs
Takes back there where / I belong
Ill find heaven in my / mothers arms, when it's
Sleepy time down / south