All my trials Lord, Soon be over

Verse 1

I had a little book, it was given to me

And on every page, selles Liberty

All my trials Lord Soon be over

Verse 2

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

Bridge

Too late my brothers, too late

But never mind.

All my trials Lord.

Soon be over

Verse 3

If Malcolm and Martin were living today

They’d look around, what would they say

All my trials Lord Soon be over

Bridge

Too late my brothers too late

But never mind

All my trials Lord Soon be over

All my trials Lord Soon be over

Traditional arranged by

Manuel Galvin & Jean-Jacques Milteau

Run.

Yeah, Oooh La La.

Tu t'enfuies
Je regarde défiler ton ombre
Et la nuit tu penses à chaque seconde
Perdue dans ce monde
Il y aura toujours quelqu'un pour te voir
Et tu ries
Comme si c'était la première fois
C'est la vie qui te souffle toujours
Une chanson d'amour
Ça te fait oublier que tu es seul

Texarkana en route to New Orleans –
My baby fell from his bike.
And I was told he lay conscious;
And he knew death would arrive.

Ride, ride, ride, ride…

From weeping trees blue bottles hang –
And southern grass come covered with mist.
Could he not stay on the road we paved?
The dirt devours those who fall adrift.

Ride, ride, ride, ride…

They took his body back to the Golden State;
Where his mother wept a sad goodbye.
And not a dry eye was to be seen –
Unless you looked into my eyes.

Ride, ride, ride, ride…