My Yoke Is Heavy

(Daniel Dale Johnston)

in clusters we move through a farm

somewhere far off the thunder roaring

and the fortune teller has fixed her sweetly eyes on my child

sometimes I climb high up in a tree

and let the wind blow in my face

sometimes I leave my cares lying in piles

somewhat disturbing

is the sound of her singing

when you know you don't deserve it

you're not here today

I feel just like an empty eggshell

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

my yoke is heavy

my yoke is heavy

my yoke is heavy

sacred is the smile

that opened up my mind

and asked me come save me

and rid my cold cold heart

of the dark deep gloom

that took up so much room

and my many spacious memories

my yoke is heavy

my yoke is heavy

my yoke is heavy