All my trials - Ray Stevens (with lyrics)

"All My Trials" was a folk song during the social protest movement of the 1950s and 1960s. it is based on a "Bahamian" lullaby that tells the story of a mother on her death bed, comforting her children. The message ---- that no matter how bleak the situation seemed, the struggle would "soon be over" --- propelled the song to an anthem by many of the leading artists of the era."




(Lyrics)

Hush little baby don't you cry

You know your mama was born to die

All my trials, lord, will soon be over

The river of Jordan is muddy and cold

It chills the body but not the soul

All my trials, lord, soon be over

Too late, my brother, too late, too late

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

Too late, my brother, too late, too late

Too late, but never mind, all my trials, lord, soon be over