Lyrics:

I was thinking of my troubles
As people sometimes will
Everyone who had done my wrong
And those who would wrong me still
And in a fit of desperation
I found myself on my knees
wishing pain and suffering
on all my enemies

I prayed for loss of limb
and lingering disease
Of blight and devastation
And assorted miseries
But as I made my wishes
and as I cast my spells
I stopped myself and said a prayer
And said these words to myself

There will come a day
There will come a day
When all of the evil
will be washed away
The patient will be rewarded
And their tormentors will pay
There will come a day, lord
There will come a day