Hush little baby don't you cry
You know your mama was born to die

All my trials Lord, soon be over

The river of Jordan is money and cold
It chills the body but not the soul

All my trials Lord, soon be over

I once had a book was given to me
And every page spelt liberty

All my trials Lord, soon be over
But it's too late my friend, too late
But never mind
All my trials Lord, soon be over

There is a tree in paradise
And the pilgrims call it the Tree of Life

All my trials Lord, soon be over

If living were a thing money could buy
Then the rich would live and the poor would die

But it's too late my friend, too late
But never mind
All my trials Lord, soon be over
All my trials Lord, soon be over