Testo di 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