#262 - Old Black Joe
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Lyrics:
Gone are the days when my heart was young and gay,
Gone are my friends from the cotton fields away,
Gone from the earth to a better land I know,
I hear their gentle voices calling “Old Black Joe”.
chorus:
I'm coming, I'm coming, for my head is bending low,
I hear those 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”.
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 long'd to go,
I hear their gentle voices calling “Old Black Joe”.
