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
Too
late, my brothers
Too
late, but never mind
All
my trials, Lord, soon be over
If religion
were a thing that money could buy
The
rich would live and the poor would die
All
my trials, Lord, soon be over
I've
got a little book that was given to me
And
every page spells liberty
All
my trials, Lord, soon be over
There
is a tree in Paradise
And
the pilgrims call it the Tree of Life
All
my trials, Lord, soon be over