Gone are the days

When my heart was young and gay

Gone are my friends

For the cotton fields away

Gone for the earth

To a better land i know

I hear their gentle voices callin me

Old black joe

I'm comin i'm comin

For my head is bendin low

I hear their gentle voices calling

Old black joe

Why do i weep

When my heart should feel no pain

Why do i sigh

That my friends come not again

Grieving for froms

Now departed long ago

I hear their gentle voices callin me

Old black joe

I'm comin i'm comin

For my head is bendin low

I hear their 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 long to go

I hear their gentle voices calling

Old black joe

I'm comin

I'm comin

For my head's bendin low

I hear their gentle voices calling

Old black joe

Old Black Joe - Douglas Jimerson