Anita Carter - All My Trials lyrics

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