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 beginning if I simply return to the old? The answer lies in the return. You will not come back to the 'same old thing. What you return to has changed because you have changed. Your perceptions… — Stephen Foster Copy Share
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
