Hush Little baby
Don't you Cry
You know your mama
was born to die.
All my trials, Lord,
soon be over
River Jordan, it's muddy and cool
Cools your body and warms your soul
All my trials, Lord,
soon be over
Well, it's too late my love
Too la-a-a-a-a-a-a-ate
But never mi-i-i-i-i-nd
All my trials, Lord,
soon be over
Cools your body and warms your soul
All my trials, Lord,
soon be over
All my trials, Lord, soon be over
