My window faces the South,. I'm almost halfway to heaven. Snow is falling, still I can see. Fields of cotton calling to me. My window faces the South,.
My window faces the South. I'm almost halfway to heaven. Snow is falling, still I can see. Fields of cotton calling to me. My window faces the South,.
My window faces the South,. I'm almost halfway to heaven. Snow is falling, still I can see. Fields of cotton calling to me. My window faces the South,.