If religion was 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.

Now, hush, little baby,
Don't you cry,
You know that man is born to die.

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.