| Hush little baby don't you cry You know your daddy's 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 religion 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. 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. |
