(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