Текст песни All My Trails - Joan Baez
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
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