Old Black Joe (1930)

Composer: Stephen Foster
Lyricist: Stephen Foster
Vocalist: Paul Robeson

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 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 ago
I hear their gentle voices calling “Old Black Joe”

I’m coming, I’m coming, for my head is bending low
I hear those gentle voices calling, "Old Black Joe"