ALL MY TRIALS
(C)Hush, little baby, don't you (D)cry
You (D)know your (Em)mama was born to (Dm)die
(Em)All my (Dm)trials, Lord, (G7)soon be (C)over.
I've got a little book with pages three
And every page spells liberty
All my trials, Lord, soon be over.
There grows a tree in paradise
And the pilgrims call it The Tree of Life
All my trials, Lord, soon be over.
River Jordan is muddy and cold
Well, it chills the body but not the soul
All my trials, Lord, soon be over.
If livin' was a thing that money could buy
Then the rich would live and the poor would die
All my trials, Lord, soon be over.
(C)Too late, my brothers
(C7Too late, but never (Fm)mind
(Em)All my (Dm)trials, Lord, (G7)soon be (C)over.
All my trials, Lord, soon be over.
Still
Seeking the Seekers After All These Years
