Joan Baez - All my trials

^CHush little baby, don't you ^Gmcry You ^Cknow your mama^Em was born to ^Fdie^{Dm7 C}All^Am my ^Dmtrials, ^Dm7Lord, ^Gsoon^G7 be ^Cover

The ^Criver of Jordan is muddy and ^Gmcold Well it ^Cchills the body^Em but not the ^Fsoul^{Dm7 C}All^Am my ^Dmtrials, ^Dm7Lord, ^Gsoon^G7 be ^Cover

I've ^Cgot a little book with pages ^Gmthree And ^Cevery page^Em spells liber^Fty ^{Dm7 C}All^Am my ^Dmtrials, ^Dm7Lord, ^Gsoon^G7 be ^Cover

^CToo late, my brothers ^Em Too late, but never ^Fmind^{Dm7 C}All^Am my ^Dmtrials, ^Dm7Lord, ^Gsoon^G7 be ^Cover

If ^Cliving were a thing that money could ^Gmbuy Then the ^Crich would live^Em and the poor would ^Fdie ^{Dm7 C}All^Am my ^Dmtrials, ^Dm7Lord, ^Gsoon^G7 be ^Cover

There ^Cgrows a tree in Para^Gmdise And the ^Cpilgrims call it^Em the Tree of ^FLife ^{Dm7 C}All^Am my ^Dmtrials, ^Dm7Lord, ^Gsoon^G7 be ^Cover

^CToo late, my brothers ^Em Too late, but never ^Fmind^{Dm7 C}All^Am my ^Dmtrials, ^Dm7Lord, ^Gsoon^G7 be ^Cover

^CAll^Am my ^Dmtrials, ^Dm7Lord, ^Gsoon^G7 be ^Cover