OLD BLACK JOE.
Stephen Collins Foster
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 those gentle voices
calling "Old Black Joe."
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I'm coming, I'm coming,
for my head is bending low:
I hear those gentle voices calling,
"Old Black 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 departed long ago?
I hear those gentle voices
calling Old "Black Joe."
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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 those gentle voices
calling "Old Black Joe."
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