I had a little book, was given to me
And every page spoke 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, Lord, soon be over