I've heard lots of melodies,
Songs of quaintest harmonies,
But one refrain comes again and again,
To my mind that is the kind we love the best:
Down in Alabama when the breeze begins to sigh,
Seems to softly murmur just the sweetest lullaby,
Each dear old Mammy in old Alabam',
Huddles and cuddles her own honey lam'.
“Little Pickanniny, close your eyes and go to sleep,
Moon am swingin' low and spooky shadows 'gin to creep,”
This melody brings a fond memory,
Takes me back again to dear old Alabam'.
Something lingers with me yet,
Seems I never will forget,
Those dear old days and those old Southern ways,
As I croon this lazy tune of long ago: