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OLD BLACK JOE. Copyright, 1860, by Firth, Pond & Co. 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.