<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=521013" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Old Black Joe</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">1 Gone are the days when my heart was young and gay, <br>2 Gone are my friends from the cotton fields away, <br>3 Gone from the earth to a better land I know, <br>4 I hear their gentle voices calling 'Old Black Joe.' </div><div style="margin:10px 0">5 [Chorus] I'm coming, I'm coming, for my head is bending low: <br>6 I hear those gentle voices calling, 'Old Black Joe.' </div><div style="margin:10px 0">7 [Solo] Why do I weep when my heart should feel no pain <br>8 Why do I sigh that my friends come not again, <br>9 Grieving for forms Now departed long a go? <br>10 I hear their gentle voices calling 'Old Black Joe.' </div><div style="margin:10px 0">11 [Chorus] I'm coming, I'm coming, for my head is bending low: <br>12 I hear those gentle voices calling, 'Old Black Joe.' </div><div style="margin:10px 0">13 [Solo] Where are the hearts once so happy and so free? <br>14 The children so dear that I held upon my knee, <br>15 Gone to the shore where my soul has longed to go. <br>16 I hear their gentle voices calling 'Old Black Joe.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">17 [Chorus] I'm coming, I'm coming, for my head is bending low: <br>18 I hear those gentle voices calling, 'Old Black Joe.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Stephen+C.+Foster">Stephen C. Foster</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=521013" data-title="Old Black Joe de Stephen C. Foster" data-description="1 Gone are the days when my heart was young and gay, 2 Gone are my friends from the cotton fields away, 3 Gone from the earth to a better land I know, 4 I hear their gentle voices calling 'Old Black Joe.' 5 [Chorus] I'm coming, I'm coming, fo..."></div> </div> </div>

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