[00:00.760]Gone are the days when my heart was young and gay,[00:09.560]Gone are my friends from the cotton fields away,[00:18.580]Gone from the earth to a better land I know,[00:26.900]I hear their gentle voices calling "Old Black Joe".[00:39.340]I’m coming, I’m coming, for my head is bending low:[00:49.080]I hear those gentle voices calling, "Old Black Joe".[01:02.580]Why do I weep when my heart should feel no pain[01:11.780]Why do I sigh that my friends come not again,[01:21.780]Grieving for forms now departed long ago.[01:31.310]I hear their gentle voices calling “Old Black Joe”.[01:44.930]I’m coming, I’m coming, for my head is bending low:[01:54.960]I hear those gentle voices calling, "Old Black Joe".[02:07.760]Where are the hearts once so happy and so free?[02:15.590]The children so dear that I held upon my knee,[02:25.110]Gone to the shore where my soul has longed to go.[02:33.300]I hear their gentle voices calling "Old Black Joe".[02:46.960]I’m coming, I’m coming, for my head is bending low:[02:59.870]I hear those gentle voices calling, "Old Black Joe"