Hush little baby now
don't you cry
You know your Mama
was born to die
All my trials Lord
will soon be over
The river of Jordan
is muddy and cold
Well it chills the body
but not the soul
All my trials Lord
will soon be over
I've got a little book
with pages three
and every page spells liberty
All my trials Lord
will soon be over
Too late my brother
Too late but never mind
All my trials Lord
will soon be over
If livin' were a thing
that money could buy
you know the rich would live
and the poor would die
All my trials Lord
will soon be over
There grows a tree
in Paradise
And the Pilgrims call it
the tree of life
All my trials Lord
will soon be over
Too late my brother
Too late but never mind
All my trials Lord
will soon be over
All my trials Lord
will soon be over