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 sign of the weary

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.



'Tis the song, the sign of the weary

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 toils her life away

With a worn 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 sign of the weary

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.



'Tis the song, the sign of the weary

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.