Gone are the days when my heart was young and gay Gone are the days when my heart was young and gay Longe vão os dias quando meu coração era jovem e gay Gone are the toils of the cotton fields away Gone are the toils of the cotton fields away Longe vão os labuta dos campos de algodão de distância Gone to the fields of a better land I know Gone to the fields of a better land I know Ido para os campos de uma terra melhor eu sei I hear those gentle voices calling, "Old Black Joe" I hear those gentle voices calling, "Old Black Joe" Eu ouço as vozes suaves chamando, "Old Black Joe" I'm coming, I'm coming I'm coming, I'm coming Eu estou chegando, estou chegando For my head is bending low For my head is bending low Para a minha cabeça está inclinada I hear those gentle voices calling, "Old Black Joe" I hear those gentle voices calling, "Old Black Joe" Eu ouço as vozes suaves chamando, "Old Black Joe" I'm coming home (I'm coming home) I'm coming home (I'm coming home) Estou voltando para casa (eu estou voltando para casa) I'm coming home (I'm coming home) I'm coming home (I'm coming home) Estou voltando para casa (eu estou voltando para casa) Oh-oh my head is bending low Oh-oh my head is bending low Oh-oh minha cabeça está inclinada I hear those gentle voices calling, "Old Black Joe" I hear those gentle voices calling, "Old Black Joe" Eu ouço as vozes suaves chamando, "Old Black Joe" Old Black Joe, Old Black Joe, Old Black Joe Old Black Joe, Old Black Joe, Old Black Joe Old Black Joe, Old Black Joe, Old Black Joe