Joan Baez All My Trials, Lord Lyrics

All My Trials, Lord Lyrics

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 living were a thing that money could buy

Then 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

All my trials, Lord, soon be over



recorded by Joan Baez