text: All my trials Lord, soon be over
  Hush little baby, dont 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
  I had a little book was given to me
  And every page spelled Liberty
  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
  The river Jordan is chilly and cold
  It chills the body but warms the soul
  All my trials, Lord, soon be over
  There is a tree in Paradise
  The Pilgrims call it The Tree Of Life
  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