HARD TIMES COME AGAIN NO MORE

(by Stephen Foster and Arlo Guthrie (last verse))


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 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, ...
	
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, 'tis sighing all the day,
Oh, hard times come again no more.

	'Tis the song, ...
	
'Tis a sigh that is wafted across the troubled wave,
'Tis a wail that is heard upon the shore;
'Tis a dirge that is murmured around the lowly grave,
Oh, hard times come again no more.

	'Tis the song, ...
	
Our faith may be tested, our sorrows will not last,
These are hard times and troubles we endure
And it's good to be reminded that this shall also pass;
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 around my cabin door;
	Oh, hard times come again no more.

	Oh better times will come again once more.
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