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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."

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&emsp;&emsp;I'm coming, I'm coming,

&emsp;&emsp;For my head is bending low;

&emsp;&emsp;I hear their 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."