All My Trials歌词

Hush little baby don't you cry
You know your mama was born to die.
All my trials Lord soon be over

The river of Jordan is muddy and cold
Well it chills the body but not the soul.
All my trials Lord soon be over

I've got a little book with pages three
And every page spells liberty.
All my trials Lord soon be over

Too late my brothers
Too late but never mind.
All my trials Lord soon be over

If livin' were a thing that money could buy
You know the rich would live and the poor would die.
All my trials Lord soon be over

There grows a tree in paradise
And the pilgrims call it the tree of life.
All my trials Lord soon be over

Too late my brothers
Too late but never mind.
All my trials Lord soon be over
All my trials Lord soon be over