All My Trials

Joan Baez · Beginnings [2012]

Hush little baby, don't you cry,

You know your mother was born to die

All my trials, Lord, soon be over

Too late my brothers, too late

But never mind

All my trials, Lord soon be over

The river of Jordan is chilly and cold

It chills the body but it warms the soul,

All my trials, Lord soon be over

I've got a little book with pages three,

And every page spells liberty,

All my trials Lord, soon be over

Too late my brothers, 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

There grows a tree in Paradise,

The Christians call it the tree of life,

All my trials Lord, soon be over

Too late my brothers, too late

But never mind

All my trials, Lord soon be over

All My Trials

Joan Baez's rendition of 'All My Trials' stands as a testament to her enduring legacy within the folk music tradition. Featured on the compilation Beginnings, this recording captures the artist's signature clarity and emotional depth, hallmarks that have defined her extensive discography for decades. The song, a traditional spiritual often associated with the American folk revival, allows Baez to showcase her masterful phrasing and intimate connection to the material. Her interpretation transforms the piece into a poignant reflection on resilience and faith, resonating with listeners who have long admired her contributions to the genre. This performance remains a vital part of her body of work, illustrating how she continues to honor and reinterpret classic songs with timeless grace and artistic integrity.