who will comfort me

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