Saturday, February 14, 2009

All My Trials

Traditional black spiritual
Rise Up Singing chapter: Lullabies, p.130
D* C - / DF#m F#m G Em // D Bm Em - A - D -
(* 1.5 beats)

Bridge: D - / F#m - G -

Hush little baby don't you cry
You know your mama was born to die

Chorus: All my trials, Lord, soon be over

The river of Jordan is muddy and cold
It chills the body but not the soul
(Alt: The river of Jordan is chilly and cold)

I've got a little book with pages three
And every page spells liberty

If living were a thing that money could buy
You know the rich would live and the poor would die

There grows a tree in paradise
And the pilgrims call it the tree of life

Bridge: Too late my brothers!
Too late, but never mind

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