All My Trials

All My Trials - Harry Belafonte

Written by：Traditional/C. C. Carter/Rita Greene

Hush little baby don't you cry

You know your mama's 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

Jordan river is chilly and cold

It chills the body but it warms the soul

All my trials lord soon be over

Too late my brothers too late

But never mind

All my trials lord soon be over

If legend was a thing that money could buy

Then the rich would live

And the poor would die

All my trials lord soon be over

All my trials lord soon be over

Hush little baby don't you cry