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，我了解
I hear their gentle voices calling, Old Black Joe!
我听见他们柔声呼唤
Im coming, Im coming, for my head is bending low; 「老黑乔！」（反复）
I hear their gentle voices calling,
我来了，我来了，由于我的头日渐低垂；
Old Black Joe!
我听见他们柔声呼唤「老黑乔！」
Why do I weep1 when my heart should feel no pain?
我为什么哭泣，我心并不悲伤？
Why do I sigh that my friends come not again?
我为什么要叹息伙伴不复来？
Grieving2 for forms now departed3 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?
昔日快乐无羁的大家，现在安在？
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！」
~~~by Stephen C. Foster, 1826-1864
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