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All My Trials 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
Part of these releases
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- Track 5 on Joan Baez
- 4 House of the Rising Sun
- 6 Wildwood Flower
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- Track 7 on Pickup Artist Vocal
- 6 East Virginia
- 8 Black Is the Colour
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- Track 5 on Songbird
- 4 House of the Rising Sun
- 6 Wildwood Flower
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- Track 6 on 10.000 Miles
- 5 Henry Martin
- 7 10.000 Miles
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