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
I'm coming
I'm coming
For my head is bending low
I hear their gentle voices calling
Old black Joe
Why do I sweep
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
I'm coming
I'm coming
When my heart is paining now
I hear their gentle voices calling
Old black Joe
Old Black Joe - Robert Shaw
