My soul is wearying
Beating down from all of my misery yeh
Oh Lord who will comfort me?

My soul is wearying
Beating down from all of my misery yeh
Oh Lord who will comfort me?

Gotta hold of my heart
Keeps me bound where the whole wide world is free yeh
Oh Lord who will comfort me?

Gotta hold of my heart
Keeps me bound where the whole wide world is free yeh
Oh Lord who will comfort me?

My home is a wreakage a family ground
implied in poverty yeh
Oh Lord who will comfort me

My home is a wreakage a family ground
implied in poverty yeh
Oh Lord who will comfort me
Oh Lord who will comfort me
Oh Lord who will comfort me

Oh Lord
who will comfort me oh