Old Black Joe

Song: Stephen Foster.

Gone are the days when my heart was young and gay,
Gone are my friends from the cotton fields away.
Gone from this earth to a better land I know,
I hear their gentle voices calling
“Old Black Joe.”

I’m coming, I’m coming,
For my head is bending low;
I hear their gentle voices calling
“Old Black Joe.”

Why do I weep, when my heart should feel no pain?
Why do I sigh, that my friends come not again?
Grieving for forms now departed long ago.
I hear their gentle voices calling
“Old Black Joe.”

Chorus

Where are the hearts, once so happy and so free?
The children so dear, that I held upon my knee?
Gone to the shore, where my soul has longed to go,
I hear their gentle voices calling
“Old Black Joe.”

Chorus