All My Trials (am Ziel Meiner Reise)
(Trad. / Arr. J. Johns)
All my trials Lord
soon be over
I got a little book with pages three
And every page
spells liberty
All my trials Lord
soon be over
The river of Jordan is muddy and cold
Well it's chills the body
but not the soul
All my trials Lord
soon be over
Too late my brothers
Too late but never mind
All my trials Lord
soon be over
If living were a thing that money could buy
The rich would live
and the poor would die
All my trials Lord
soon be over
There grows a tree in Paradise
And the pilgrims call it
the tree of life
All my trials Lord soon be over (bis)
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