Hard Times

Let us pause in life’s pleasures and count its many tears

While we all sup sorrow with the poor

There’s a song it will linger forever in our ears

Oh! Hard Times come again no more

It’s the song, and the sigh of the weary

Oh! hard times, Hard Times, come again no more

Many days you have lingered all 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, and the sigh of the weary

Oh! hard times, Hard Times, come again no more

Many days you have lingered all around my cabin door

Oh! Hard Times, come again no more

There’s a pale drooping maiden who foils her life away

With the worn out heart whose better days are o’er

Though her voice would be merry, its sighing all the day

Oh! Hard Times, come again no more.

It’s the song, and the sigh of the weary

Oh! hard times, Hard Times, come again no more

Many days you have lingered all around my cabin door

Oh! Hard Times, come again no more