All My Trials

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