Old Black Joe

(Verse 1)

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."

(Verse 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)

I'm coming, I'm coming, for my head is bending low

I hear their gentle voices calling "Old Black Joe."

(Verse 3)

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)

I'm coming, I'm coming, for my head is bending low

I hear their gentle voices calling "Old Black Joe."