Let us pause in life's pleasures and count its many tears
As we all sup sorrow with the poor.
There's a song that will linger forever in our ears:
Hard times, come again no more.
It's a song sigh of the weary.
Hard times, hard times, come again no more.
Many days you have lingered around my cabin door.
Hard times, come again no more.
As 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:
Hard times, come again no more.
It's a song and a sigh of the weary.
Hard times, hard times, come again no more.
Many days you have lingered around my cabin door.
Hard times, come again no more.
It's a song that the wind blows across the troubled wave.
It's a cry that is heard along the shore.
It's the words that are murmured, beside the lowly grave
Oh hard times will come again no more.
It's a song and a sigh of the weary.
Hard times, hard times, come again no more.
Many days you have lingered around my cabin door.
Hard times, come again no more.
