Song of the South From "Song of the South" Composed by Sam Coslow and Arthur Johnston 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.