All my trials, Lord, soon be over I had a little book, was given to me And every page spelled liberty All my trials, Lord, soon be over If religion were a thing that money could buy The rich would live and the poor would die All my trials, Lord, soon be over Too late, my brothers, too late, but never mind All my trials, Lord, soon be over There is a tree in paradise The pilgrims call it the tree of life All my trials, Lord, soon be over Too late, my brothers, too late, but never mind All my trials, Lord, soon be over All my trials, Lord, soon be over