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Let us pause in life's pleasures and count its many tears,
For 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.
There's a song, a 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.
As we seek mirth and beauty and music bright 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.
There's a song, a 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.
It's a sigh that is drifted across the troubled wave,
A cry that is heard upon the shore;
It's a dirge that is murmured around the lowly grave,
Oh! Hard times come again no more.
There's a song, a 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.
Liner notes: This song came to us via a De Danann CD entitled, Song For Ireland. Even though it was written hundreds of years ago, its words still ring true in the world today. While prosperity is far too often taken for granted in our world, there are still millions of people struggling to rid themselves and those they love of poverty, disease, war and oppression everyday.
