Emmylou Harris

^D Let us pause in life's pleasures and count its many tears
^G While we ^D all sup ^G sorrow ^A with the ^D poor:
There's a song that will linger forever in our ears;
^G Oh! ^D Hard Times, ^G come a ^A gain no ^D more.
^D 'Tis the song, the sigh of the ^G wea___ ^D ry;
Hard Times, ^G Hard ^D times, ^G come a ^A gain no ^E more:
^E7 Many ^D days you have lingered around my cabin door;
^G Oh! ^D Hard Times, ^G come a ^A gain no ^D more.
^D While we seek mirth and beauty and music light and gay
^G There are ^D frail forms ^G fainting ^A by the ^D door:
Though their voices are silent, their pleading looks will say
^G Oh! ^D Hard Times ^G come a ^A gain no ^D more.
^D There's a pale drooping maiden who toils her life away
^G With a ^D worn heart whose ^G better ^A days are ^D o'er:
Though her voice would be merry, 'tis sighing all the day
^G Oh! ^D Hard Times ^G come a ^A gain no ^D more.
^D 'Tis a sigh that is wafted across the troubled wave,
^G 'Tis a ^D wail that is ^G heard up ^A on the ^D shore,
'Tis a dirge that is murmured around the lowly grave
^G Oh! ^D Hard Times, ^G come a ^A gain no ^D more.