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 the gentle voices callin'

Old black Joe

I'm a-comin', I'm a-comin'

For my head is bendin' low

I hear the gentle voices callin'

Old black Joe

Where are the hearts, once so happy and so free

To cheer when so dear that I held upon my knees?

Gone to the shore where my soul has longed to go

I hear the gentle voices calling old black Joe

I'm a-comin', I'm a-comin'

For my head is bending low

I hear those gentle voices calling

Old black Joe