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