My Yoke Is Heavy – Daniel Johnston – letras

Blue clouds twisted into a tunnelsomewhere far off the thunder roaringand the fortune teller has fixed her sleepy eyes on my childSometimes I climb high up a treeto let the wind blow in my facesometimes I leave my cares lying in pilesSomewhat disturbing is the sound of birds singingwhen you know you don’t deserve itYou are not here todayand I feel just like an empty eggshell, andMy yoke is heavyMy yoke is heavyMy voice is a little horsegalloping lost through the woodscalling your nameIt’s new to meBut just the samethe earth is an old canvaspainted over many timesThe poet ramblesThe world it scramblesBut who knows what evil lurks in the hearts of menYour shadow knowsIt’s right behind you all the wayYour shadow knows where you’ve beenSomewhat disturbing is the sound of birds singingwhen you know you don’t deserve itYou are not here todayand I feel just like an empty eggshell, andMy yoke is heavyMy yoke is heavySacred is the smileThat opened up my mindThat may at last please save meAnd rid my cold, cold heartOf the dark deep gloomThat took up so much roomIn my many spacious memoriesAnd many are the timesI thought and rethoughtThe thoughts you got me thinkingThough the sun shines bright upon me nowAnd I am young and kickingMy yoke is heavyMy yoke is heavy