OLD BLACK JOE 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 heold Back Jole voices calling Why do 1 weep When my heart should feel no pain? Why do 1 sigh That my friends come not again? Grieving for forms Now departed long ago? I hear their gentle voices calling"Old Black Toe."- Chorus. 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. 1106
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