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- CPDL #21465:
(Sibelius 4)
- Editor: Ashley Etzkorn (submitted 2010-04-18). Score information: 18.7 x 26.4 cm, 1 page, 114 kB Copyright: Public Domain
- Edition notes:
General Information
Title: Old Black Joe
Composer: Stephen Collins Foster
Number of voices: 4vv Voicing: SATB
Genre: Secular, Partsong
Language: English
Instruments: Optional piano
Published: 1917
Description: This song is similar to others composed by Stephen C. Foster. It has always been a favorite with men and boys. Considerable freedom is allowed in the tempo of the chorus. The use of an echo choir in the singing of the chorus can produce a lovely effect.
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Original text and translations
English text
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,
R.:
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,
R.
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,
R.