Old Black Joe - Stephen Foste
Old Black Joe
Stephen Foste
온화한 우울, 괴로움이 없는 슬픈 분위기의 곡
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Gone are the days when my heart was young and gay.
Gone are my friends from the cot-ton fields a-way,
gone from the earth to a bet-ter land, I know,
I hear their gen-tle voic-es call-ing:
Old Black Joe!
Why do I weep when my heart should feel no pain?
Why do I sigh that my friends come not a-gain,
griev-ing for forms now de-part-ed long a-go?
I hear their gen-tle voi-ces call-ing:
Old Black Joe!
I'm com-ing, I'm com-ing, For my head is bend-ing low;
I hear their gen-tle voic-es call-ing,
Old Black Joe;
Where are the hearts once so hap-py and so free?
The Chil-dren so dear, that I held up-on my knee?
Gone to the shore where my soul has long'd to go.
I hear their gen-tle voi-ces call-ing
Old Black Joe!
