Hush little baby, don't you cry

You know your mama 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

If religion were a thing that money could buy

The rich would live and the poor would die

All my trials, Lord, soon be over

I've got a little book that was given to me

And every page spells liberty

All my trials, Lord, soon be over

There is a tree in Paradise

And the pilgrims call it the Tree of Life

All my trials, Lord, soon be over