MUSIC

OLD BLACK JOE By Stephen C. Foster (1826-1864)

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 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." 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



Thanks to Benjamin Tubb
of The Music of the American Civil War (1861-1865)
for permission to use his MIDI file of
Old Black Joe.
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