I had a little book
Was given to me
And every page
Spoke of liberty All my trials, Lord
Soon be over There is a tree
In paradise
And the pilgrims call it
The tree of life All my trials, Lord
Soon be over But it's too late, my friend
Too late
But never mind All my trials, Lord
Soon be over If religion were a thing
That money could buy
Then the rich would live
And the poor would die All my trials, Lord
Soon be over All my trials
Soon be over