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