Hard Times



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.



Tis a sigh that is waifted 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 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 lips 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 around my cabin door.

Hard times, come again no more.





--written by Stephen Foster

--released on Distant Shore, 2009

--purchase the Distant Shore CD Here