Van Morrison - Old Black Joe текст песни

Gone are the days

When my heart was young and gay

Gone are toils

Of the cotton fields away

Gone to the fields

Of a better land, I know

I hear those gentle voices callin me

Old black joe

Im comin, Im comin

Though my head is bendin low

I hear those gentle voices calling

Old black joe

Im comin home (Im comin home)

Well, Im comin home (Im comin home)

Though my head (my head, my head is bendin low)

I hear those gentle voices calling

Old black joe

Gone are the days

When my heart was young and gay

Gone are the toils of the cotton fields, away

Gone to the fields of a better land I know

I hear those gentle voices calling

Old black joe

Im comin home (Im comin home)

Oh, an Im comin home (Im comin home)

Well oh well, my head (my head) is bendin low

I hear those gentle voices calling

Old black joe

Im comin home (Im comin home)

Oh, an Im comin home (Im comin home)

Can ya see my head (my head) is bendin low

I hear those gentle voices calling

Old black joe

Old black joe

Old black joe