When It's Sleepy Time Down South - Billie Holiday, Ray Ellis and His Orchestra

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 like a life of ease

When old mammy falls upon her knees

It’s sleepy time down south

Steamboats on the river a coming or a going

Splashing the night away

Hear those banjos ringing, the people are singing

They dance til the break of day, hey

Dear old southland with his dreamy songs

Takes me back there where I belong

How I’d love to be in my mammy’s arms

When it’s sleepy time way down south

Dear old southland with his dreamy songs

Take me back there where I belong

How I’d love to be in my mammy’s arms

When it’s sleepy time down south

Sleepy time down south