Old Black Joe

• Tekst: Stephen Collins Foster (1826-1864) in 1860
• Muziek: Stephen Collins Foster (1826-1864) in 1860

1. Gone are the days
When my heart was young and gay.
Gone are my friends
From the coton fields away.
Gone from the earth
To a better land I know.
I hear their gentle voices
Calling : Poor old Joe

Chorus
I’m coming,
I’m coming
For my head is bending low.
I hear their gentle voices
Calling : Poor old 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 deported long ago?
I hear their gentle voices
Calling : Poor old Joe

3. Where are the hearts
Once so happy and so free?
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 : Poor old Joe