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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. |