Old Black Joe
by Stephen C. Foster
Published 1853 by Firth, Pond & Co.

[Verse 1]
Gone are the days when my heart was young and gay;
Gone are my friends from the cot-ton fields a-way;
Gone from the earth to a bet-ter land, I know,
I hear their gen-tle voi-ces call-ing, "Old Black Joe!"

[Chorus]
I'm com-ing, I'm com-ing, For my head is bend-ing low;
I hear those gen-tle voi-ces call-ing, "Old Black Joe!"

[Verse 2]
Why do I weep when my heart should feel no pain?
Why do I sigh that my friends come not a-gain?
Griev-ing for forms now de-part-ed long a-go,
I hear their gen-tle voi-ces call-ing, "Old Black Joe!"

[Repeat Chorus]

[Verse 3]
Where are the hearts once so hap-py and so free?
The chil-dren so dear that I held up-on my knee?
Gone to the shore where my soul has longed to go,
I hear their gen-tle voi-ces call-ing, "Old Black Joe!"

[Repeat Chorus]