When It's Sleepy Time Down South

Pale moon shining on the fields below,

Folks are crooning songs soft and low,

Needn't tell me so, because I know,

It's sleepy time down south.



Soft winds blowing through 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-comin' and a-goin',

Splashing the night away,

Hear those banjos ringin', the folks are all a-singin',

They dance till break of day.



Dear old southland, with its dreamy songs

Takes me back there where I belong,

How I'd love to be in mother's arms

When it's sleepy time down south.