Joan Baez - All My Trials Lyrics
Hush little baby, don't you cry,You know your mother was born to dieAll my trials, Lord, soon be overToo late my brothers, too lateBut never mindAll my trials, Lord soon be overThe river of Jordan is chilly and coldIt chills the body but it warms the soul,All my trials, Lord soon be overI've got a little book with pages three,And every page spells liberty,All my trials Lord, soon be overToo late my brothers, too lateBut never mindAll my trials, Lord soon be overIf living were a thing that money could buy,You know the rich would liveand the poor would die,All my trials Lord, soon be overThere grows a tree in Paradise,The Christians call it the tree of life,All my trials Lord, soon be overToo late my brothers, too lateBut never mindAll my trials, Lord soon be over