Now, the pale moon's shining on the fields below
The folks are crooning songs soft and low
You needn't tell me, boy, because I know
When iIt's sleepy time down south

Yes the soft winds blowing through the pinewood trees
The folks down there live a life of ease
When old mammy falls on her knees, yes
Yes It's sleepy time down south

Yes, steamboats on the river a coming, a going
Splashing the night away
You hear those banjos ringing
And the folks are singing
And they dance till the break of day

Dear old southland with his dreamy songs
You take me back twhere I belong
Right in my Mammy's Arms
Good evening everybody.
