All My Trials
Hush Little baby
Don't you Cry
You know your mama
was born to die.
Ref: |: All my trials, lord
soon, be over :|
If freedom were a thing that
money could buy.
You know the rich would live
and the poor would die
Ref: All my trials ...
There is a little book with
pages three
and on each page spells
liberty
Ref: All my trials ...
There is a tree in paradise
and the pilgrims call it
the tree of life
Ref: All my trials ...
All My Trials
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 religion 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





