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