Letra de All My Trials
Hush, little baby, don't you cry You know your mama was born to die All my trials, Lord, soon be overRiver of Jordan is muddy and cold Well, it chills the body, but not the soul All my trials, Lord, soon be overI've got a little book with pages three And every page spells, "Liberty" All my trials, Lord, soon be overToo late, my brothers Too late, but never mind All my trials, Lord, soon be overIf 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 overThere grows a tree in Paradise And the pilgrims call it the Tree of Life All my trials, Lord, soon be overToo late, my brothers Too late, but never mind All my trials, Lord, soon be over All my trials, Lord, soon be over