The singer had left his song on the airnThe hunter had shouldered his armsnAfter the day, the long, long night,nAnd after the night, the dawn.nnAll the good times are past and gonenAll the good times are oursnAll the good times are passed and gonenLittle darling don’t you weep no more.nnI don’t want a seat at your table so drynI don’t want a bed on your floornYou can’t let me down through the forest of lorenAnd nail off my hide on your doornnAll the good times are past and gonenAll the good times are oursnAll the good times are passed and gonenLittle darling don’t you weep no more.nnForget all the tears that threatened to tear younForget all the pain in your headnThe meek and the weak shall inherit the EarthnThe savage and honest are there.nnAll the good times are past and gonenAll the good times are oursnAll the good times are passed and gonenLittle darling don’t you weep no more.nnBuild me a boat where the willows once grewnWhere the vole and the otter swam freenRow me away from this desolate landnAnd make for the open sea.nnAll the good times are past and gonenAll the good times are oursnAll the good times are passed and gonenLittle darling don’t you weep no more.