( Stephen Foster )



Let us pause in life's pleasures and count its 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



'Tis the song, the sigh of the weary

Hard times, hard times, come again no more

Many days you have lingered all around my door

Oh, hard times, come again no more



While we seek mirth and beauty and music to light the way

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



'Tis the song, the sigh of the weary

Hard times, hard times, come again no more

Many days you have lingered all around my door

Oh, hard times, come again no more



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

With a worn out heart, whose better days are o'er

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

Oh, hard times, come again no more



'Tis the song, the sigh of the weary

Hard times, hard times, come again no more

Many days you have lingered all around my door

Oh, hard times, come again no more



Tis a sigh that is wafted across the troubled wave, 

Tis a wail that is heard upon our shore 

Tis a dirge that is murmured around those lonely graves 

Oh hard times come again no more. 



'Tis the song, the sigh of the weary

Hard times, hard times, come again no more

Many days you have lingered all around my door

Oh, hard times, come again no more