Tekstovi: Van Morrison. 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"

I'm comin', I'm comin'
Though my head is bendin' low
I hear those gentle voices calling, "Old black Joe"

I'm comin' home , I'm comin' home
Well, I'm comin' home, I'm 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"

I'm comin' home , I'm comin' home
Oh, an' I'm comin' home, I'm comin' home
Well, oh well, my head, my head is bendin' low
I hear those gentle voices calling, "Old black Joe"

I'm comin' home , I'm comin' home
Oh, an' I'm comin' home, I'm comin' home
Can you see my head, my head is bendin' low
I hear those gentle voices calling, "Old black Joe
Old black Joe, old black Joe"