When It’s Sleepy Time Down South #15 Lyrics

Now the red moon′s shining on the fields below
The folks are crooning, soft and low
You needn't tell me, boy, because I know this
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 of the river a-coming, a-going
Splashing the night away
You hear those banjos ringing, and the folks are singing
And they dance 'til the break of day, yes
Dear old southland with his dreamy songs
Yeah, take me back where I belong
Right here in my mammy′s arms
Yes, good evening, everybody