The singer had left his song on the air   The hunter had shouldered his arms   After the day, the long, long night,   And after the night, the dawn.      All the good times are past and gone   All the good times are ours   All the good times are passed and gone   Little darling don’t you weep no more.      I don’t want a seat at your table so dry   I don’t want a bed on your floor   You can’t let me down through the forest of lore   And nail off my hide on your door      All the good times are past and gone   All the good times are ours   All the good times are passed and gone   Little darling don’t you weep no more.      Forget all the tears that threatened to tear you   Forget all the pain in your head   The meek and the weak shall inherit the Earth   The savage and honest are there.      All the good times are past and gone   All the good times are ours   All the good times are passed and gone   Little darling don’t you weep no more.      Build me a boat where the willows once grew   Where the vole and the otter swam free   Row me away from this desolate land   And make for the open sea.      All the good times are past and gone   All the good times are ours   All the good times are passed and gone   Little darling don’t you weep no more.