| Lyrics: | by Bob Dylan (arr)
1. 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 cabin door.
Oh, hard times, come again no more.
2. 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 sigh 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.
3.
There's pale drooping maiden who foils 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 cabin door.
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 cabin door.
Oh, hard times, come
again no more |
