All My Trials

Hush little baby, don't you cry

You know your mama was born to die

All my trials, Lord, soon be overToo late, my brothers

Too late, but never mind

All my trials, Lord, soon be overIf religion were a thing that money could buy

The rich would live and the poor would die

All my trials, Lord, soon be overI've got a little book that was given to me

And every page spells liberty

All my trials, Lord, soon be over