Harry Belafonte - "ALL MY TRIALS" lyrics
Hush little baby, don't you cry,
All my trials, Lord, soon be over
You know your mother was born to die
But never mind
Too late my brothers, too late
All my trials, Lord soon be over
The river of Jordan is chilly and cold
All my trials, Lord soon be over
And every page spells liberty,
It chills the body but it warms the soul,
I've got a little book with pages three,
All my trials, Lord, soon be over
You know your mother was born to die
But never mind
Too late my brothers, too late
All my trials, Lord soon be over
The river of Jordan is chilly and cold
All my trials, Lord soon be over
And every page spells liberty,
It chills the body but it warms the soul,
I've got a little book with pages three,
All my trials Lord, soon be over
Too late my brothers, too late
If living were a thing that money could buy,
All my trials, Lord soon be over
But never mind
You know the rich would live
All my trials Lord, soon be over
and the poor would die,
There grows a tree in Paradise,
The Christians call it the tree of life,
All my trials Lord, soon be over
All my trials, Lord soon be over Too late my brothers, too late
But never mind
Too late my brothers, too late
If living were a thing that money could buy,
All my trials, Lord soon be over
But never mind
You know the rich would live
All my trials Lord, soon be over
and the poor would die,
There grows a tree in Paradise,
The Christians call it the tree of life,
All my trials Lord, soon be over
All my trials, Lord soon be over Too late my brothers, too late
But never mind
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