Old Black Joe (올드 블랙 조) / Foster Old Black Joe (올드 블랙 조) / Foster> When my heart was young and gay.Gone are my friendsFrom the cotton fields away.Gone from this place,To a better land I know.I hear their gentle voices calling:Old Black JoeI'm coming, I'm comingFor my head is bending lowI hear their gentle voices callingOld Black Joe.Why do I weepWhen my heart should feel no painWhy do I sighTh..