5 acessos
Tipo de gaita: Diatônica
Tom: C
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Gone are the days
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when my heart was young and gay,
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Gone are my friends
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from the cot-ton fields a-way.
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Gone from the earth
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to a bet-ter land I know,
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I hear their gen-tle voic-es call-ing
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Old Black Joe
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I'm com-ing, I'm com-ing
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for my head is bend-ing low:
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I hear those gen-tle voic-es call-ing,
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Old Black Joe.
verse 2
Who do I weep when my heart should feel no pain,
Who 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.
verse 3
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, Old Black Joe.