All My Trials Lyrics
Hush little baby don't you cryYou know your mama was born to dieAll my trials lord will soon be overThe river of Jordan runs muddy and coldYou know it chills the body but not the soulAll my trials lord soon be overToo late, too late my brotherBut never mind, all my trials lord, soon be overI've a little book with pages threeAnd every page spells libertyAll my trials lord soon be overThere grows a tree in paradiseAnd the pilgrims call it the tree of lifeAll my trials lord, soon be overIf living were a thing that money could buyYou know the rich would live and the poor would dieAll my trials lord, soon be overToo late, too late my brotherBut never mind, all my trials lord, soon be over
Cerys Matthews All My Trials
