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| Words：Stephen Collins Foster (PD) Music：Stephen Collins Foster (PD) MIDI Arrangement：Hosomichi Takino |
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(1) 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 those gentle voices calling "Old Black Joe." 【CHORUS】 I'm coming， I'm coming， for my head is bending low: I hear those gentle voices calling，"Old Black Joe." |
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| (2) 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 those gentle voices calling Old "Black Joe." 【CHORUS】 I'm coming， I'm coming， for my head is bending low: I hear those gentle voices calling，"Old Black Joe." |
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| (3) 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 those gentle voices calling "Old Black Joe." 【CHORUS】 I'm coming， I'm coming， for my head is bending low: I hear those gentle voices calling，"Old Black Joe." |
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