now the pale moon s shining on the fields below the folks are crooning soft and low you needn t tell me boy because i know yes 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 on the river coming and 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 song you take me back where i belong right in my mammy s arms yes good evening everybody good evening hahahaha