OLD BLACK JOE TRADITIONAL --------------------------------------------------------------------- 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 ear is bending low, 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. I'm coming I'm coming for my ear is bending low, I hear their gentle voices calling: Old Black Joe. Where are the hearts once so happy and so free ? Children so dear that held upon my knee gone to the shore where my soul has longed to go I hear their gentle voices calling: Old Black Joe. I'm coming I'm coming for my ear is bending low, I hear their gentle voices calling: Old Black Joe. imes I feel like I'm almost gone way up in heabenly land. Sometimes I feel like a feather in the ai  {   " $ D F � � � � � # H X Z � � � � � $ N s � � � � � � �  I { � � � �      �    Arial