All My Trials (Remastered) Songtext
von Anita Carter

Hush little baby don′t you cry
You know your mama was born to die
All my trials soon be over

The river of Jordan is muddy and cold
It chills the body but not the soul
All my trials soon be over


Too late my brothers too late but never mind
All my trials soon be over

There grows a tree in paradise
The good folk call it the tree of life
All my trials soon be over

If religion were a thing that money could buy
The rich would live but the poor would die
All my trials soon be over