Gone are the days

When my heart was young and gay

Gone are the friends

Of the cotton fields away

Gone from the earth to a better land I know

I hear their gentle voices calling "Old Black Joe"

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

I hear those gentle voices calling "Old Black Joe"

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"

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

I hear those gentle voices calling "Old Black Joe"