Live
a small in life's pleasures
pleasures and count its many tears
while we all share 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 sign 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.
While we seek love 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 sign of the weary.
Oh
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 song,
the sign of the weary.
Oh hard times, hard times
come again no more.
Many days you have lingered around my cabin
door.
Oh hard times come again no more.
Many
days you have lingered
around my cabin door.
Oh hard
times come again no more.