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Hush little baby don't you cry
You know your mama was born to die
All my trials lord will soon be over

The river of Jordan runs muddy and cold
You know it chills the body but not the soul
All my trials lord soon be over

Too late, too late my brother
But never mind, all my trials lord, soon be over
I've 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

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

Too late, too late my brother
But never mind, all my trials lord, soon be over
Hush little baby don't you cry   You know your mama was born to die   All my trials lord will soon be over      The river of Jordan runs muddy and cold   You know it chills the body but not the soul   All my trials lord soon be over      Too late, too late my brother   But never mind, all my trials lord, soon be over   I've 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      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      Too late, too late my brother   But never mind, all my trials lord, soon be over