Lyrics or Keywords
Hush, little baby, don't you cry. You known that many is born to die. All my trials, Lord soon be over. Too late, my brothers, Too late, but never mind, If religion was a thing That money could buy, The rich would live and the poor would die.
People
Composer
Bahamian? Slave spiritual? (origins unknown)
Arranger
William Hunt
Lyricist
unknown
Representation
BIPOC
Tags
Theme(s)
Death
Weariness
Tradition(s)
Christianity
Spiritual
Language(s)
English
Musicality
Instrumentation
Guitar
Piano
Voicing
SATB
Rote
✖
Solo
✖
Music
Publisher
Alliance Music Publications
Copy number
28
Copy type
Octavo