文本歌词

Hush little baby
Don't you cry
You know your mama was born to die
All my trials Lord
Soon be over
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
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
All my trials Lord
Soon be over