(written by Stephen Foster)
Let us pause in life’s pleasures and count it’s many tears
While we all share the sorrow with the poor
There’s a song that will linger forever in our ears
Oh, hard times come again no more
It’s the song, the sigh of the weary
Hard times, hard times, come again no more
Many days you have lingered around my cabin door
Oh, hard times come again no more
While we seek mirth and beauty and music light and gay
There are frail forms fainting at the door
Though their voices are silent, their pleading looks will say
Oh, hard times come again no more
It’s the song, the sigh of the weary
Hard times, hard times, come again no more
Many days you have lingered around my cabin door
Oh, hard times come again no more
It’s the sigh that is wafted across the troubled wave
It’s the wail that is heard upon the shore
It’s the dirge that is murmured around the lowly grave
Oh hard times, come again no more
It’s the song, it’s the sigh of the weary
Hard times, hard times, come again no more
Many days you have lingered around my cabin door
Oh, hard times come again no more
