It?s late my brother It?s late, but never mind All --, all my trials Lord soon will be over. 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 I had a little book, it was given to me And each new page spelled liberty All ? all my trials Lord, soon be over Think you people, don?t you cry My Lord, condemned not, nor do I. All ? all my trials Lord soon be over. See the land cross the see And the people crying come set us free. All ? all my trials Lord, soon be over.