All my trials, Lord Soon be over Hush, little baby, don't you cry You know all men were born to die All my trials, Lord Soon be over The river Jordan is muddy and cold It chills the body Yet 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 freedom were a thing that money could buy The rich would live and the poor would die All my trials, Lord Soon be over All my trials, Lord Soon be over