Gone are the days when my heart was young and gay Gone are my friends from cotton fields away, gone from the Earth to a better land, I know I hear those gentle voices calling poor old Joe. (Chorus:) |: I'm coming :| for my head is bending low I hear those gentle voices calling poor old Joe :| Instrumental Why do I weep, when my heart should feel no pain? Why do I sigh when my friends come not again, grieving for forms now departed long ago I hear their gentle voices calling poor old Joe. Chorus