Song Of The South
Composer(s): Arthur Johnston - Sam Coslow
Performer(s): Tony Pastor



I hear the murmer of the south wind
And feel a half-remembered thrill
Plaintive echoes faintly clinging
An old plantation air still ringing

Song of the South, your music weaves a magic spell
Song of the South, I see the scenes I know so well
Cottonwoods in blossom over my cabin door
Pale moonlight on a field of white
You bring them back once more

I seem to hear those gentle voices calling low
Out of the long, long ago
This heart of mine is in the heart of Dixie
That's where I belong
Singing a song, a Song of the South