Old Black Joe
(Kelfam/Kelfam)
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".
Joes are coming, Joes are coming, for my head is bending 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 longed to go,
I hear their gentle voices calling "Old Black Joe"
Joes are coming, Joes are coming, for my head is bending low,
I hear their gentle voices calling "Old Black Joe".
I hear their gentle voices calling "Old Black Joe".