Текст песни Old Black Joe - Robert Shaw Chorale
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."
I'm
coming,
I'm
coming,
for
my
head
is
bending
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
forms
now
departed
long
ago
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."
1 Ring, Ring de Banjo
2 Beautiful Dreamer
3 Gentle Annie
4 Way Down In Ca-i-ro
5 My Old Kentucky Home, Good Night!
6 Old Black Joe
7 Dolcy Jones
8 Thou Art the Queen of My Song
9 Old Folks At Home
10 Come Where My Love Lies Dreaming
11 Oh! Susanna
12 Gentle Lena Clare
13 Nelly Bly
14 Some Folks
15 Laura Lee
16 Camptown Races
17 Steal Away
18 Nobody Knows (Duh Trouble I See)
19 IWAnt To Die Easy
20 Dere's No Hidin' Place
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