Let us pause in life's pleasures and count her 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.
It's a song the sigh of the weary hard times Hard times come again no more Many days you have lingered all around my door Oh, hard times 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.
It's a song the sigh of the weary hard times Hard times come again no more Many days you have lingered all around my door Oh, hard times come again no more.
There's a pale young maiden who foils her life away With a worn out heart whose better days are o'er Though her voice it would be singing it's sighing all the day Oh hard times come again no more.
It's a song the sigh of the weary hard times Hard times come again no more Many days you have lingered all around my door Oh, hard times come again no more. Oh, hard times come again no more...
(Stephen Foster)
"Hard Times Come Again No More."
Stephen Foster wrote this in 1854.
Hard times, he says, have "lingered around his cabin door."
He also admonishes the well-off not to ignore the poverty around them.
"While we seek mirth and beauty and music light and
gay/There are frail forms fainting at the door."
This tune has been recorded by Dylan, Cash, and Mavis Staples.
But my favorite is by a bunch of New Mexico misfits, the Bubbadinos.
Mark Weber croaks it with soul, as the Bubbas, backing him on guitar,
banjo, tuba, and clarinet, sound like a Salvation Army band in the drunk tank.
The overall effect is oddly dignified.
It's on the albumThe Band only a Mother Could Love.