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！