Harry Belafonte

Harry Belafonte - All My Trials lyrics

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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
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Author: Charles Carl Carter, Rita Greene, C.C. Carter

Composer: traditional

Publisher: Radio Corporation Of America

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Released in: 2012

Language: English

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