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Old Black Joe - Nelson Eddy
Gone are the days
When my heart was young and gay
Gone are the friends
Of 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'
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 for my head is bending low:
I hear those gentle voices calling 'Old Black Joe'