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	Current version of Joan Baez Lyrics All my Trails (http://www.mp3lyrics.org/j/joan-baez/all-my/) Current version of the lyrics						Version 1 of Joan Baez Lyrics All my Trails (http://www.mp3lyrics.org/j/joan-baez/all-my/v1.html) Version 1 of the lyrics
1	Hush little baby, don't you cry,						Hush little baby, don't you cry	1
2	You know your mother was born to die						You know your mama was born to die	2
	All my trials, Lord, soon be over						All my trials, Lord, soon be over
1	Too late my brothers, too late							1
3	But never mind						The river of Jordan is muddy and cold	3
4	All my trials, Lord soon be over						Well it chills the body but not the soul	4
5							All my trials, Lord, soon be over	5
2	The river of Jordan is chilly and cold							2
6	It chills the body but it warms the soul,						I've got a little book with pages three	6
7	All my trials, Lord soon be over						And every page spells liberty	7
8							All my trials, Lord, soon be over	8
3	I've got a little book with pages three,							3
9	And every page spells liberty,						Too late, my brothers	9
10	All my trials Lord, soon be over						Too late, but never mind	10
11	Too late my brothers, too late						All       my trials, Lord, soon be over	11
4	But never mind							4
12	All my trials, Lord soon be over						If living were a thing that money could buy	12
13							Then the rich would live and the poor would die	13
14	If living were a thing that money could buy,						All my trials, Lord, soon be over	14
5	You know the rich would live							5
15	and the poor would die,						There grows a tree in Paradise	15
16	All my trials Lord, soon be over						And the pilgrims call it the Tree of Life	16
17							All my trials, Lord, soon be over	17
6	There grows a tree in Paradise,							6
18	The Christians call it the tree of life,						Too late, my brothers	18
19	All my trials Lord, soon be over						Too late, but never mind	19
20	Too late my brothers, too late						All       my trials, Lord, soon be over	20
21	But never mind						All my trials, Lord, soon be over	21
	All my trials, Lord soon be over
1							recorded by Joan Baez	1

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