All My Trials - Harry Belafonte
Hush little baby don't you cry
You know your mother 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
The Jordan of river is chilly and cold
It chills the body but it warms the soul
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
And rich would live
And the poor would die
All my trials Lord soon be over
All my trials Lord soon be over
Hush little baby don't you cry