Hush little baby don't you crynYou know your mama was born to dienAll my trials Lord soon be overnnI've got a little book with pages threenAnd every page spells libertynAll my trials Lord soon be overnnThere grows a tree in paradisenAnd the pilgrims call it the Tree of LifenAll my trials Lord soon be overnnRiver Jordan is muddy and coldnWell it chills the body but not the soulnAll my trials Lord soon be overnnIf livin' was a thing that money could buynThen the rich would live and the poor would dienAll my trials Lord soon be overnnToo late my brothersnToo late but never mindnAll my trials Lord soon be overnAll my trials Lord soon be overn