Old Black Joe

老黑乔

Stephen Collins. Foster

史蒂芬·柯林斯·福斯特

Gone are the days when my heart was young and gay;

那些心头年轻、无忧无虑的日子已离我远去

Gone are my friends from the cotton fields away;

我的伙伴也离开了棉花田

Gone from the earth to a better land I know,

离开这里到一个更好的地方，我知道

I hear their gentle voices calling, "Old Black Joe!"

我听见他们柔声呼唤

I’m coming, I’m coming, for my head is bending low;

我来了，我来了，因为我的头渐渐低垂；

I hear their gentle voices calling,

我听见他们柔声呼唤　　

"Old Black Joe!"

老黑乔!

Why do I weep when my heart should feel no pain?

我为何哭泣，我心并不悲伤？

Why do I sigh that my friends come not again?

我为何要叹息伙伴不复来？

Grieving for forms now departed long ago,

只为怀念早已逝去的人，

I hear their gentle voices calling,

我听见他们柔声呼唤

"Old Black Joe!" 　　

老黑乔！　

Where are thee hearts once so happy and so free?

昔日快乐无羁的人们，如今安在？

The children so dear that I held upon my knee?

还有，我抱在膝上可爱的小家伙？

Gone to the shore where my soul has longed to go,

他们都已到了我灵魂所渴望去的海岸，

I hear their gentle voices calling,

我听见他们柔声呼唤

"Old Black Joe!"

老黑乔！