All My Trails Lyrics

Hush little baby, don't you cry,
You know your mother 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 river of Jordan is chilly and cold
It chills the body but it warms the soul,
All my trials, Lord soon be over

I've got a little book with pages three,
And every page spells liberty,
All my trials Lord, soon be over
Too late my brothers, too late
But never mind
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

There grows a tree in Paradise,
The Christians call it the tree of life,
All my trials Lord, soon be over
Too late my brothers, too late
But never mind
All my trials, Lord soon be over

Joan Baez - Joan Baez

Aug 2001

1. East Virginia
2. Fare Thee Well (10,000 Miles)
3. House of the Rising Sun
4. All My Trails
5. Wildwood Flower
6. Donna Donna
7. Rake and Rambling Boy
8. Little Moses
9. Henry Martin
10. Girl Of Constant Sorrow
11. I Know You Rider
12. Silver Dagger
13. John Riley
14. Mary Hamilton
15. El Preso Numero Nueve
16. John Riley (Extended Version)