All My Trials

Hush little baby, don't you cry
You know you're daddy is born to die
But all my trials, Lord, will soon be over

The river of Jordan is muddy and cold
And it chills the body, but not the soul
But all my trials, Lord, will soon be over

I've got a little book with pages three
And every page spells "Liberty"
But all my trials, Lord, will soon be over

Too late, my brothers
Too late, but never mind
'Cause all my trials, Lord, will soon be over