[ti:Douglas Jimerson - Old Black Joe]
[ar:Douglas Jimerson]
[al:Stephen Foster:A Family Album]
[00:00.760]Gone are the days when my heart was young and gay,
[00:09.560]Gone are my friends from the cotton fields away,
[00:18.580]Gone from the earth to a better land I know,
[00:26.900]I hear their gentle voices calling "Old Black Joe".
[00:39.340]I’m coming, I’m coming, for my head is bending low:
[00:49.080]I hear those gentle voices calling, "Old Black Joe".
[01:02.580]Why do I weep when my heart should feel no pain
[01:11.780]Why do I sigh that my friends come not again,
[01:21.780]Grieving for forms now departed long ago.
[01:31.310]I hear their gentle voices calling “Old Black Joe”.
[01:44.930]I’m coming, I’m coming, for my head is bending low:
[01:54.960]I hear those gentle voices calling, "Old Black Joe".
[02:07.760]Where are the hearts once so happy and so free?
[02:15.590]The children so dear that I held upon my knee,
[02:25.110]Gone to the shore where my soul has longed to go.
[02:33.300]I hear their gentle voices calling "Old Black Joe".
[02:46.960]I’m coming, I’m coming, for my head is bending low:
[02:59.870]I hear those gentle voices calling, "Old Black Joe"