| 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. [Refrain]
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. [Refrain]
3 Think, you people, don't you cry
My Lord condemned not, nor do I
All, all my trials Lord, soon be over. [Refrain]
4 See the land across the sea,
And the people crying, come set us free.
All, all my trials Lord, soon be over. [Refrain]
| Text Information | |
|---|---|
| First Line: | If livin' was a thing that money could buy |
| Title: | All My Trials |
| Refrain First Line: | It's late my brothers |
| Language: | English |
| Publication Date: | 1988 |
| Topic: | Folk and Country |
| Source: | Traditional |