Let us pause in life's pleasures to count its many tears, While we all sup sorrow with the poor; There's a song that will linger forever in our ears; Oh hard times come again no more.
Tis the song, the sigh of the weary, Hard Times, hard times, come again no more Many days have you lingered around my cabin door; Oh hard times come again no more.
While we seek mirth and beauty and music bright and gay, There are frail forms fainting by the door; Though their voices are silent, their haunting looks will say Oh hard times come again no more.
Tis the song that is wafted across the troubled wave, Tis the wail that is heard upon the shore Tis the dirge that is murmured around the lowly grave Oh hard times come again no more.
Tis the song, the sigh of the weary, Hard Times, hard times, come again no more Many days have you lingered around my cabin door; Oh hard times come again no more. Oh hard times come again no more.
