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, have come again no more.

Though 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

There’s a pale young maiden who toils her life away,
With a worn heart whose better days are o’er:
Though her voice would be singing, ’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.

Let us pause in life’s pleasures and count its many tears
While we all sup and wait for what’s in store.
There’s a song that will linger forever in our ears,
Oh, hard times, have come again once more.

While GM, Ford and Chrysler excuse poor management
And Wall Street firms have lined up like they’re poor.
They demand the union’s silence, while the workers get less pay.
Oh, hard times, have come again once more.

A mother in the suburbs must work a second shift
Cause she knows now the good ole days are o’er
She’d lost half of her savings when she checked her 401K
Oh, hard times, have come again once more.

Once our nation led the world in its prosperity
And we hoped to break the shackles of the poor
Now our leaders court the greedy and their hypocrisy
And the hard times have come again once more.

‘Tis the song, the sigh of the weary.
Hard times, hard times, have come again once more.
Many days you have lingered all around my cabin door.
Oh, hard times, have come again once more.

Stephen Foster redo by Seeking Spirit

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