All My Trials - Joan Baez

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 living 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

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