Where are the hearts once so happy and so free?
The children so dear, that I held upon my knee?
Gone to the shore where my soul has long'd to go.
I hear their gentle voices calling, "Old Black Joe."
Chorus—I'm coming, I'm coming, etc.
Old Ocean.
(Pat's Pick, page 62.)
4 Flats.
Old ocean, old ocean, forever in motion,
For years have thy waters thus murmured along.
No quiet may come to thy restless emotion.
Then swelling in grandeur, roll on, ever on.
Chorus—
Old ocean, old ocean, in motion,
Roll ever, roll ever on;
The ages have told of thy ceaseless commotion,
Roll on in thy grandeur, roll on, ever on.
Old ocean, old ocean, what sorrows and gladness
Are mingled in pondering thy mysteries deep;
What treasures untold have been yielded in sadness
Dark billows forever their vigil will keep.—Cho.
Old ocean, proud ocean, forever in motion,
Upon thy dark bosom what ensigns unfurled;
Beneath thy deep heaving and ceaseless commotion,
Thou holdest the chain that is binding the world.
Cho.
