All My Trials (Live at Carnegie Hall, April 1959)

Hush little baby, don't you cry
You know your mom 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

The 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 religion 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



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Writer(s): C.c. Carter, Rita Greene
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