I had a little book was given to me
And every page spelled liberty
All my trials, Lord
Will soon be over
There is a tree in paradise
And the pilgrims call it the tree of life
All my trials, Lord
Will soon be over
But it's too late
Too late, my friend
It's too late
But never mind
All my trials, Lord
Will 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
Will soon be over
All my trials, Lord
Will soon be over