- cifra
I had a little book
Was given to me
And every page
Spoke of liberty
All my trials lord
Soon be over
There is a tree
In paradise
And the pilgrims call it
The tree of life
All my trials lord
Soon be over
But it's too late, my friend
Too late
But never mind
All my trials lord
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 lord
Soon be over
All my trials
Soon be over
