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  1. Old Black Joe

Lyrics

Written by: Stephen Foster (arrangement by Mark Brine)
 
Gone are the days when my heart was young and gayGone are the toils of the cotton fields awayGone to the fields of a better land I knowI hear those gentle voices calling, "Old Black Joe"
I'm coming, I'm comingFor my head is bending lowI hear those 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 agoI hear their gentle voice calling, "Old Black Joe"
Where are the hearts once so happy and free?The children so dear that I held upon my knee?Gone to the shore where my soul has long'd to goI hear their gentle voice calling, "Old Black Joe"
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