Old Black Joe

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 the gentle voices callin'
Old black Joe

I'm a-comin', I'm a-comin'
For my head is bendin' low
I hear the gentle voices callin'
Old black Joe

Where are the hearts, once so happy and so free
To cheer when so dear that I held upon my knees?
Gone to the shore where my soul has longed to go
I hear the gentle voices calling old black Joe

I'm a-comin', I'm a-comin'
For my head is bending low
I hear those gentle voices calling
Old black Joe