Текст песни Van Morrison - Old Black Joe
Van Morrison - Old Black Joe слова песни
Gone are the daysWhen my heart was young and gayGone are toilsOf the cotton fields awayGone to the fieldsOf a better land, I knowI hear those gentle voices callin meOld black joeIm comin, Im cominThough my head is bendin lowI hear those gentle voices callingOld black joeIm comin home (Im comin home)Well, Im comin home (Im comin home)Though my head (my head, my head is bendin low)I hear those gentle voices callingOld black joeGone are the daysWhen my heart was young and gayGone are the toils of the cotton fields, awayGone to the fields of a better land I knowI hear those gentle voices callingOld black joeIm comin home (Im comin home)Oh, an Im comin home (Im comin home)Well oh well, my head (my head) is bendin lowI hear those gentle voices callingOld black joeIm comin home (Im comin home)Oh, an Im comin home (Im comin home)Can ya see my head (my head) is bendin lowI hear those gentle voices callingOld black joeOld black joeOld black joe