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 
Chorus 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 when 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 
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