Cerys Matthews All My Trials Lyrics

All My Trials Lyrics

Hush little baby don't you cry



You know your mama was born to die

All my trials lord will soon be over

The river of Jordan runs muddy and cold

You know it chills the body but not the soul

All my trials lord soon be over



Too late, too late my brother

But never mind, all my trials lord, soon be over



I've a little book with pages three

And every page spells liberty

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



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



Too late, too late my brother

But never mind, all my trials lord, soon be over