All My Trials Lyrics - Harry Belafonte

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 

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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 

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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