Joan Baez - All my trials

^DHush little baby, don't you ^Amcry You ^Dknow your mama^Bm was born to ^Cdie^{Am7 D}All^Em my ^Amtrials, ^Am7Lord, ^Dsoon^D7 be ^Dover

The ^Driver of Jordan is muddy and ^Amcold Well it ^Dchills the body^Bm but not the ^Csoul^{Am7 D}All^Em my ^Amtrials, ^Am7Lord, ^Dsoon^D7 be ^Dover

I've ^Dgot a little book with pages ^Amthree And ^Devery page^Bm spells liber^Cty ^{Am7 D}All^Em my ^Amtrials, ^Am7Lord, ^Dsoon^D7 be ^Dover

^DToo late, my brothers ^Bm Too late, but never ^Cmind^{Am7 D}All^Em my ^Amtrials, ^Am7Lord, ^Dsoon^D7 be ^Dover

If ^Dliving were a thing that money could ^Ambuy Then the ^Drich would live^Bm and the poor would ^Cdie ^{Am7 D}All^Em my ^Amtrials, ^Am7Lord, ^Dsoon^D7 be ^Dover

There ^Dgrows a tree in Para^Amdise And the ^Dpilgrims call it^Bm the Tree of ^CLife ^{Am7 D}All^Em my ^Amtrials, ^Am7Lord, ^Dsoon^D7 be ^Dover

^DToo late, my brothers ^Bm Too late, but never ^Cmind^{Am7 D}All^Em my ^Amtrials, ^Am7Lord, ^Dsoon^D7 be ^Dover

^DAll^Em my ^Amtrials, ^Am7Lord, ^Dsoon^D7 be ^Dover