All my trials, Lord
Hush little baby, don't you cry
You know your mama was born to die
All my trials, Lord, soon be over
All my trials, Lord, soon be over
The river Jordan is muddy and wide
There's milk and honey, on the other side.
There grows a tree in Paradise
The pilgrims call it the tree of life
If livin were a thing that money could buy
Well the rich would live, and the poor would die
Hush little baby, don't you cry
You know your mama was born to die
All my trials, Lord, soon be over
All my trials, Lord, soon be over
From Probably Joan Baez. She has a version, I probably would have heard it from there at any rate.
It became a family joke - Mum wrote a letter to Dave relating how I had sat in the lavatory singing it at the top of my voice. All my trials Lord soon be over. They thought that was very funny.
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This is the blackest, bitterest lullabye I have ever heard.
Just the first two lines; what a comfort!
Disillusioned with life, and with religion it seems to me.
The River Jordan is often used in the same way as the river Lethe - a border between this world and the next. That is where the milk and honey are. That is where the tree of life is.