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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 I'm coming I'm coming For my head is bending low I hear those 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 I'm coming I'm coming For my head is bending low I hear those 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 I'm coming I'm coming Letras de cancionesFor my head is bending low I hear those gentle voices calling Old Black Joe I'm coming I'm coming For my head is bending low I hear those gentle voices calling Old Black Joe From Letras Mania