(stephen foster)



Let us pause in life's pleasures and count it's many tears

While we all sup sorrow with the poor.

There's a song that will linger forever in our ears

Ohhard timescome again no more



'tis the songthe sigh of the weary.

Hard timeshard timescome again no more.

Many days you have lingered all around my door.

Ohhard timescome 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 silenttheir pleading looks will say

Ohhard timescome again no more.



'tis the songthe sigh of the weary.

Hard timeshard timescome again no more.

Many days you have lingered all around my door.

Ohhard timescome again no more.



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

With a worn out heartwhose better days are o'er.

Though her voice it would be merry'tis sighing all the day

Ohhard timescome again no more.



'tis the songthe sigh of the weary.

Hard timeshard timescome again no more.

Many days you have lingered all around my door.

Ohhard timescome again no more.



'tis the songthe sigh of the weary.

Hard timeshard timescome again no more.

Many days you have lingered all around my door.

Ohhard timescome again no more