When It's Sleepy Time Down South

Ah, the pale moon's shining the fields below

Dark is crooning songs soft and low

You needn't tell me, boy, because I know

It's sleepy time down south

And soft winds blowing through the pinewood trees

Folks down there live a life of ease

When old mammy falls upon her knees

It's sleepy time down south

Oh, steamboats on the river a coming, a going

Splashing the night away

You hear those banjos ringing, the dark is singing

They dance till the break of day

Dear old southland with his dreamy songs

Takes me back to the gallent John

Oh, how I'd love to hold her in my arms

When it's sleepy time way down, down south