Old Black Joe |
Stephen Foster, 1860
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". | 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:
3. Where are the hearts once so happy and so free? |