Let us pause in life's pleasures
And count it's many tears
While we all sup sorrow with the poor
There's a sound that will linger
Forever in our ears
Oh, hard times come again no more
It is the song, the 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

Thou wilt come no more, gentle Annie
Like a flower thy spirit did depart
Thou art gone, alas like the many
That have bloomed in the summer of the heart
Shall we never more behold thee
Never hear thy winning voice again
When the Springtime comes gentle Annie
When the wild flowers are scattered o'er the plain
Shall we never more behold thee
Never hear thy winning voice again
When the Springtime comes gentle Annie
When the wild flowers are scattered o'er the plain

Way down upon the Swanee River
Far, far away
There's where my heart is turning ever
There's where the old folks stay
Oh the world is sad and weary
Everywhere I roam
Oh dark is how my heart grows weary
Far from the old folks at home.
