Text: | All My Trials |
Refrain:
It's late my brothers
It's late, but never mind
All — , all my trials Lord, soon be over.
1. If livin' was a thing that money could buy
The rich would live and the poor would die
All — , all my trials Lord, soon be over.
2. I had a little book, it was given to me
And each new page spelled liberty
All — , all my trials Lord, soon be over.
3. Think, you people, don't you cry
My Lord condemned not, nor do I
All — , all my trials Lord, soon be over.
4. See the land across the sea,
And the people crying, come set us free.
All — , all my trials Lord, soon be over.
Text Information | |
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First Line: | If livin' was a thing that money could buy |
Title: | All My Trials |
Refrain First Line: | It's late my brothers |
Publication Date: | 1978 |
Source: | Traditional |