old black joe

Lyrics

gone are the days when my heart was young and gay, gone are the toils of the cotton fields away, gone to the fields of a better land i know, i hear those gentle voices calling, "old black joe", i'm coming, i'm coming, for my head is bending low, i hear those gentle voices calling, "old black joe", i'm coming home, i'm coming home, oh-oh my head is bending low, i hear those gentle voices calling, "old black joe", old black joe, old black joe, 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 voice calling, "old black joe", where are the hearts once so happy and 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 voice calling, "old black joe"