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?
  
 
 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