Joan Baez — All My Trials

[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