Old Black Joe
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(1) 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 (Refrain:) I’m coming, I’m coming, for my head is bending low; 「老黑乔！」（反复） I hear their gentle voices calling, 我来了，我来了，因为我的头渐渐低垂； "Old Black Joe!" 我听见他们柔声呼唤「老黑乔！」 (2) 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！」 (3) 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！」 ~~~by Stephen C. Foster, 1826-1864 |
