My soul is wearying
My soul is wearying
My soul is wearying
I said my soul is wearying

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
impli-ed in poverty yeh
Oh Lord who will comfort me

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