All My Trials

Hush little baby, don't you cry You know your mother was born to die All my trials, Lord, soon be over Too late my brothers, too late But never mind All my trials, Lord soon be over verse The river of Jordan is muddy and cold It chills the body but not the soul All my trials, Lord soon be over verse 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 verse 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 outro There grows a tree in Paradise 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