All My Trials

I had a little book

Was give to me

And every page

Spoke of liberty

All my trials

Will soon be over

There is a tree

In paradise

The pilgrims call it

The tree of life

All my trials

Will soon be over

But it's too late, my friend

Too late

But never mind

All my trials

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

Will soon be over

All my trials

Will soon be over