lifeblood: songs: lyrics: all my trials

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
you know 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

words and music by traditional
lyrics as recorded by joan baez on "joan baez" (1960-10)