Stephen Collins Foster - Old Black Joe - ноты, текст песни (слова)

1.
 Gone are the days when my heart was young and gay;
 Gone are my friends from the cottonfields away;
 Gone from the earth to a better land I know,
 
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 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!" 
  
 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,
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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,
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