My Yoke Is Heavy - Daniel Johnston

Blue clouds twisted into a tunnel

Somewhere far off the thunder roaring

And the fortune teller has fixed her sleepy eyes on my child

Sometimes I climb high up a tree

To let the wind blow in my face

Sometimes I leave my cares lying in piles

Somewhat disturbing is the sound of birds singing

When you know you don’t deserve it You are not here today

And I feel just like an empty eggshell, and

My yoke is heavy

My yoke is heavy

My voice is a little horse

Galloping lost through the woods

Calling your name

It’s new to me But just the same

The earth is an old canvas

Painted over many times

The poet rambles

The world it scrambles

But who knows what evil lurks in the hearts of men

Your shadow knows

It’s right behind you all the way

Your shadow knows where you’ve been

Somewhat disturbing is the sound of birds singing

When you know you don’t deserve it You are not here today

And I feel just like an empty eggshell, and

My yoke is heavy

My yoke is heavy

Sacred is the smile

That opened up my mind

That may at last please save me And rid my cold, cold heart

Of the dark deep gloom

That took up so much room

In my many spacious memories

And many are the times

I thought and rethought

The thoughts you got me thinking

Though the sun shines bright upon me now

And I am young and kicking

My yoke is heavy

My yoke is heavy