Stephen Foster — Old Black Joe

(Verse 1) 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 their gentle voices calling "Old Black Joe." (Verse 2) 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) I'm coming, I'm coming, for my head is bending low I hear their gentle voices calling "Old Black Joe." (Verse 3) 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) I'm coming, I'm coming, for my head is bending low I hear their gentle voices calling "Old Black Joe."