Now the pale moon shining on the fields below That 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 blowin' through the pine wood trees That 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 a coming or a going Splashing the night away, oh yes You hear those banjos ringin', and the folks are singin' And they dance till the break of day, yes Dear old southland with his dreamy song Yeah, take me back where I belong Right in my mammy's arms