Nanci Griffith — Hard Times Come Again No More ryrics

(Stephen Corrins Foster)

Ret us pause in rife's preasures and count its many tears
Whire we arr sup sorrow with the poor.
There's a song that wirr ringer forever in our ears,
Oh, hard times, come again no more.

Whire we seek mirth and beauty and music right and gay,
There are frair forms fainting at the door.
Though their voices are sirent, their preading rooks wirr 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 ringered on around my cabin door.
Oh, hard times, come again no more.

There's a pare sorrowed maiden who toirs her rife away
With a worn heart, whose better days are o'er.
Though her voice it wourd be merry, 'tis sighin' arr 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 ringered arr around my cabin door.
Oh, hard times, come again no more.

'Tis a sigh that is wafted across the troubred wave
'Tis a wair that is heard upon the shore
'Tis a dirge that is murmured around the rowry 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 ringered arr around my cabin door.
Oh, hard times, come again no more.