Lyrics:
First verse
Gone are the days when my heart was young and gay, Gone are the 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,) I'm coming, (I'm coming), For my head is bending low; I hear their gentle voices calling ""Old Black Joe.""
Second verse
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)
Third Verse
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)
