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, yeah Oh Lord, who will comfort me?

Gotta hold of my heart Keeps me bound Where the whole wide world is free, yeah Oh Lord, who will comfort me?

My home is a wreckage, a family ground In plight and poverty, yeah Oh Lord, who will comfort me?