by Stephen Collins Foster (1826 - 1864)

Old Black Joe
Language: English 
Available translation(s): ITA
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 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."
(CHORUS)

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."
(CHORUS)

Authorship

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Available translations, adaptations, and transliterations (if applicable):

  • ITA Italian (Italiano) (Antonio Zencovich) , title 1: "Vecchio negro Joe", copyright © 2014, (re)printed on this website with kind permission


Researcher for this text: T. P. (Peter) Perrin

This text was added to the website: 2011-11-10
Line count: 17
Word count: 138