All My Trials

Lyrics: Traditional
Music: Traditionals

Sung by Jerry Garcia and Robert Hunter at Brigid Meier's 16th birthday party in 1961.

Chorus
Hush little baby, don't you cry
You know your mother was born to die
All my trials, soon be over

I've had a little book with pages three
And every page spelt liberty
All my trials, soon be over

There is a tree in Paradise
And the pilgrims call it the Tree of Life
All my trials, soon be over

Too late, my brothers
Too late, but never mind
All my trials, soon be over

The river of Jordan is chilly and cold
And it chills a body, but not the soul
All my trials, 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, soon be over

Too late, my brothers
Too late, but never mind
All my trials, soon be over