LARISSE Do you want to be happy?   Gone are the days when my heart was young and gay Gone are my friends from the cotton fields away Gone from the earth to a better land I know I hear their gentle voices calling, Old Black Joe I’m coming, I’m coming, for my head is bending low I hear their gentle voices calling, Old Black Joe   Why do I weep, when my heart should feel no pain Why do I sigh when my friends come not again Grieving for forms now departed long ago I hear their gentle voices calling, Old Black Joe   I’m coming, I’m coming, for…