Hush little baby don't you cry You know your mama was born to die 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 There grows a tree in paradise And the pilgrims call it the Tree of Life All my trials Lord soon be over River Jordan is muddy and cold Well it chills the body but not the soul All my trials Lord soon be over If livin' was a thing that money could buy Then the rich would live and the poor would die 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
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