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