Gone are the days when my heart was young and gay 已经一去不复返了，当我的心脏年轻和快乐的日子

Gone are the toils of the cotton fields away 飘的棉花田的辛劳走

Gone to the fields of a better land I know 去了一个更好的地方，我知道的领域

I hear those gentle voices calling, "Old Black Joe" 我听到那些柔声呼唤“老黑乔”

   

I'm coming, I'm coming 我来了，我来了

For my head is bending low 因为我的头渐渐低垂

I hear those gentle voices calling, "Old Black Joe" 我听到那些柔声呼唤“老黑乔”

   

I'm coming home (I'm coming home) 我要回家（我要回家）

I'm coming home (I'm coming home) 我要回家（我要回家）

Oh-oh my head is bending low 哦，哦，我的头低垂

I hear those gentle voices calling, "Old Black Joe" 我听到那些柔声呼唤“老黑乔”

Old Black Joe, Old Black Joe, Old Black Joe 老黑乔，老黑乔，老黑乔

   

Why do I weep when my heart should feel no pain? 为什么我哭泣时，我的心脏并不悲伤？

Why do I sigh that my friends come not again? 为什么我叹息，我的朋友们都没有了吗？

Grieving for forms now departed long ago 悲伤的形式，现在离开很久以前

I hear their gentle voice calling, "Old Black Joe" 我听见他们温柔的声音喊道：“老黑乔”

   

Where are the hearts once so happy and free? 在哪里可以找到心中曾经那么快乐和自由？

The children so dear that I held upon my knee? 孩子们如此看重，我抱在我的膝盖？

Gone to the shore where my soul has long'd to go 他们都已到了我的灵魂已经longd去的海岸

I hear their gentle voice calling, "Old Black Joe" 我听见他们温柔的声音喊道：“老黑乔”