As always, thanks,
RC from LA
rca...@hotmail.com
Gone are the days
When my heart was young and gay
Gone are my friends
From the cotton fields away
Gone from this earth
To a better land I know
I hear their gentle voices calling
Poor old Joe
I'm comin', I'm comin'
For my head is bending low
I hear their gentle voices calling
Poor old 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
Poor old Joe.
I'm comin', I'm comin'
For my head is bending low
I hear their gentle voices calling
Poor old Joe
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
I hear their gentle voices calling
Poor old Joe.
I'm comin', I'm comin'
For my head is bending low
I hear their gentle voices calling
Poor old Joe
Bunty :}
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Bunty Pritchard Jones
http://www.the-antiques.demon.co.uk
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!
I'm coming, I'm coming,
For my heart 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!
I'm coming, I'm coming,
For my heart is bending low;
I hear their gentle voices calling,
'Old Black Joe!'
Where are their 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 long to go.
I hear their gentle voices calling
'Old Black Joe!
I'm coming, I'm coming,
For my heart is bending low;
I hear their gentle voices calling,
'Old Black Joe!'
(snip)
> Poor Old Joe
> Words and music by Stephen Foster.
>
> Gone are the days
> When my heart was young and gay
> Gone are my friends
> From the cotton fields away
> Gone from this earth
> To a better land I know
> I hear their gentle voices calling
> Poor old Joe
(snip)
OK, so you give words to a song called "Poor Old Joe" here,
but the person requesting the song asked for "Old Black Joe"
and that's certainly the way I remember learning the song,
way back when I was young (before the invention of the wheel,
you know ...)
A search of Alta Vista confirms it. The name of the song,
the way Stephen Foster wrote it, was indeed "Old Black Joe."
Racist or not, those are still the actual words. Better to
confront them as they are than to pretend they were written
as something different.
nancy g.
whose kids read in school about Tom Sawyer,
Huck Finn, and "Crazy Joe". Sheesh.
My Father always sang Poor Old Joe and that was in the 1940's long
before the age of political correctness.
Actually Nancy, I copied the words from the EMI Popular Community
Songbook, published in the early 1970's, so if anyone is pretending, it
is EMI - not me.
>> A search of Alta Vista confirms it. The name of the song,
>> the way Stephen Foster wrote it, was indeed "Old Black Joe."
> Actually Nancy, I copied the words from the EMI Popular Community
> Songbook, published in the early 1970's, so if anyone is pretending,
> it is EMI - not me.
Just to make it clear -- I wasn't actually saying that you, personally,
were going around changing the words to this and other well-known
songs and stories.
But that *is* one of my pet peeves, the "modernizing" to the point
of insipidness of so many old classics, and I tend to speak up whenever
I see evidence of anyone having done it. I'm glad you took my post
in the spirit in which it was meant (i.e., non-contfrontational).
And don't even START with me about what a local church that I go to
sometimes is doing with their HYMNS these days. Aaaggghhh.
nancy g
the curmudgeon