(4x) 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 muddy and cold Well it chills the body but not the soul All my trials Lord soon be over 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 If living were a thing that money could buy Then the rich would live and the poor would die  All my trials Lord soon be over There grows a tree in Paradise And 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 All my trials Lord soon be over