Let us pause in life's journey and count the 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.
While we seek mirth and beauty and music light and gay,
they are frail forms awaiting at
the door.
Though their voices are silent,
their pleading seems to say, oh hard times
come again no more.
It's a song, a 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.
There's a pale drooping maiden
who toils her life away with a worn heart whose better days are o'er.
Though her voice would be merry,
it's sighing all the day,
oh hard times come again no more.
It's a song,
the wind blows across the troubled wave,
it's a cry that's heard along the shore.
It's the words that are whispered beside the lowly grave,
oh hard times come again no more.
It's a song, a 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.
Oh hard times come again no more.