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