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