Who Will Comfort Me - Melody Gardot

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