Harry Belafonte All My Trials Lyrics

All My Trials Lyrics

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 

  

  The river of Jordan is chilly and cold 

  It chills the body but it warms 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 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 

  

  There grows a tree in Paradise, 

  The Christians 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