Gone are the days
When my heart was young and gay
Gone are my friends
For the cotton fields away
Gone for the earth
To a better land, I know
I hear their gentle voices callin' me
Old Black Joe
I'm comin', I'm comin'
For my head is bendin' 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 agin
Grieving for froms
Now departed long ago
I hear their gentle voices callin' me
Old Black Joe
I'm comin', I'm comin'
For my head is bendin' low
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 apon my knee?
Gone to the shore where my soul has long to go
I hear their gentle voices calling
'Old Black Joe'
I'm comin'
I'm comin'
For my head's bendin' low
I hear their gentle voices calling
'Old Black Joe'