Harry Belafonte - All my Trials (From "Love is a Gentle Thing")

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Hush little baby, don’t you cry,\nYou know your mother was born to die\nAll my trials, Lord, soon be over\nToo late my brothers, too late\nBut never mind\nAll my trials, Lord soon be over\nThe river of Jordan is chilly and cold\nIt chills the body but it warms the soul,\nAll my trials, Lord soon be over\nI’ve got a little book with pages three,\nAnd every page spells liberty,\nAll my trials Lord, soon be over\nToo late my brothers, too late\nBut never mind\nAll my trials, Lord soon be over\nIf living were a thing that money could buy,\nYou know the rich would live\nand the poor would die,\nAll my trials Lord, soon be over\nThere grows a tree in Paradise,\nThe Christians call it the tree of life,\nAll my trials Lord, soon be over\nToo late my brothers, too late\nBut never mind\nAll my trials, Lord soon be over