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
| 1 | Cello song |
| 2 | Poor boy |
| 3 | Fruit tree |
| 4 | Place to be |
| 5 | At the chime of a city clock |
| 6 | Leaving me behind |
| 7 | Bird flew by |
| 8 | Rider on the wheel |
| 9 | Outside |
| 10 | Saturday sun |