All My Trials by Joan Baez Lyrics

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

[Verse]
The river of Jordan is muddy and cold
Well, 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

[Bridge]
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
[Verse]
There grows a tree in Paradise
And the pilgrims call it the Tree of Life
All my trials, Lord, soon be over

[Outro]
Too late my brothers
Too late, but never mind
All my trials, Lord, soon be over
All my trials, Lord, soon be over