Old Black Joe
Gone are the days when my 4 heart was young and 1 gay
Gone are my friends from the 2 cotton fields a 5 way
1 Gone from the earth to a 4 better land I 1 know
I 5 hear their gentle 4 voices 1 calling, Old 5 Black 1 Joe
Chorus
I'm coming, I'm coming, for my 4 head is bending 1 low
I 5 hear their gentle 4 voices 1 calling, Old 5 Black 1 Joe
Why do I weep, when my heart should feel no pain
Why do I sigh when my friends come not again
Grieving for forms now departed long ago
I hear their gentle voices calling, Old Black Joe
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
A song from the The ToneWay Mountain Music Collection,
which offers lyrics and free Song Clips (recordings for learning the song by ear) for nearly 400 traditional
songs, many of which are often heard in bluegrass and old-time jam circles. The ToneWay Project also offers
songbooks, CDs, and a free online video series for learning to play music by ear. http://ToneWay.com
