老黑奴 old black joe

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!' (Refrain:) I'm coming, I'm coming, for my head is bending low; I hear their 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!"


Where are thee 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!"


欢乐青春，它呀逝去如水流，亲密伙伴，他们一去不回头。离开尘世，到那彼土享自由，我听到他们低声呼唤老黑奴。我来了，我来了，我向老天来祈求，我听到他们低声呼唤老黑奴。

我为何哭？我的心灵已麻木，我为何愁？他们再也不回头！心中难受，也许只为别离久，我听到他们低声呼唤老黑奴。我来了，我来了，我向老天来祈求，我听到他们低声呼唤老黑奴。

知心伙伴，你们如今在何处？可爱孩子，你们早已归乐土。放慢脚步，等我登上这条路，我听到他们低声呼唤老黑奴。我来了，我来了，我向老天来祈求，我听到他们低声呼唤老黑奴。