1 Gone are the days when my heart was young and gay, <br />2 Gone are my friends from the cotton fields away, <br />3 Gone from the earth to a better land I know, <br />4 I hear their gentle voices calling 'Old Black Joe.' <br /> <br />5 [Chorus] I'm coming, I'm coming, for my head is bending low: <br />6 I hear those gentle voices calling, 'Old Black Joe.' <br /> <br />7 [Solo] Why do I weep when my heart should feel no pain <br />8 Why do I sigh that my friends come not again, <br />9 Grieving for forms Now departed long a go? <br />10 I hear their gentle voices calling 'Old Black Joe.' <br /> <br />11 [Chorus] I'm coming, I'm coming, for my head is bending low: <br />12 I hear those gentle voices calling, 'Old Black Joe.' <br /> <br />13 [Solo] Where are the hearts once so happy and so free? <br />14 The children so dear that I held upon my knee, <br />15 Gone to the shore where my soul has longed to go. <br />16 I hear their gentle voices calling 'Old Black Joe.' <br /> <br />17 [Chorus] I'm coming, I'm coming, for my head is bending low: <br />18 I hear those gentle voices calling, 'Old Black Joe.'<br /><br />Stephen C. Foster<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/old-black-joe/
