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. — Stephen Foster Copy Share Image
Beautiful dreamer, wake unto me, starlight and dewdrop are waiting for thee. — Stephen Foster Copy Share Image
You may wonder, 'How can I leave it all behind if I am just coming back to it? How can I make a new… — Stephen Foster Copy Share Image
I sought to reform minstrelsy among refined people by making words suitable to their taste, instead of the trashy and really offensive words which… — Stephen Foster Copy Share Image
Dear Sir: I will wish to establish my name as the best Ethiopian songwriter. But I am not encouraged in undertaking this as long… — Stephen Foster Copy Share Image
Gone are the days when my heart was young and gay, Gone are my friends from the cotton fields away, Gone from the earth… — Stephen Foster Copy Share Image
