Nana Mouskouri - All My Trials Lyrics
Hush little baby, don't you cryYou know your mama was born to dieAll my trials, Lord, soon be overToo late, my brothersToo late, but never mindAll my trials, Lord, soon be overIf religion were a thing that money could buyThe rich would live and the poor would dieAll my trials, Lord, soon be overI've got a little book that was given to meAnd every page spells libertyAll my trials, Lord, soon be overThere is a tree in ParadiseAnd the pilgrims call it the Tree of LifeAll my trials, Lord, soon be over