Hush little baby don't you cry You know your mama was born to die All my trials soon be over
The river of Jordan is muddy and cold It chills the body but not the soul All my trials soon be over
Too late my brothers too late but never mind All my trials soon be over
There grows a tree in paradise The good folk call it the tree of life All my trials soon be over
If religion were a thing that money could buy The rich would live but the poor would die All my trials soon be overTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
