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