All My Trials Lyrics - Singles - Cerys Matthews

Hush little baby don't you cry 

You know your mama was born to die 

All my trials lord will soon be over 

The river of Jordan runs muddy and cold 

You know it chills the body but not the soul 

All my trials lord soon be over 

Too late, too late my brother 

But never mind, all my trials lord, soon be over 

I've a little book with pages three 

And every page spells liberty 

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 

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 

Too late, too late my brother 

But never mind, all my trials lord, soon be over