All My Trials 歌词

Hush little baby don't you cry You know your mama was born to die All my trials lord will soon be over The river of Jordan runs muddy and cold You know it chills the body but not the soul All my trials lord soon be over Too late, too late my brother But never mind, all my trials lord, soon be over I've a little book with pages three And every page spells liberty All my trials lord soon be over There grows a tree in paradise And the pilgrims call it the tree of life All my trials lord, soon be over If living were a thing that money could buy You know the rich would live and the poor would die All my trials lord, soon be over Too late, too late my brother But never mind, all my trials lord, soon be over