Lyrics:

[intro]
Hush little baby, don't you cry
You know your mother was born to die
All my trials, Lord, soon be over
Too late my brothers, too late
But never mind
All my trials, Lord soon be over

[verse]
The river of Jordan is muddy and cold
It chills the body but not the soul
All my trials, Lord soon be over

[verse]
I've got a little book with pages three
And every page spells liberty
All my trials Lord, soon be over
Too late my brothers, too late
But never mind
All my trials, Lord soon be over

[verse]
If living were a thing that money could buy
You know the rich would live
And the poor would die
All my trials Lord, soon be over
[outro]
There grows a tree in Paradise
The pilgrims call it the tree of life
All my trials Lord, soon be over
Too late my brothers, too late
But never mind
All my trials, Lord soon be over