High above the mountain my yell flies away Valley below the mountains black clouds in the way I remember hoping it would be a sick joke Oh it hurt me so My earthly shelter your humble abode Hurts my guts that it ain't your home no more no more You must be hoping it would be a sick joke Oh it hurt you so Even though I know My yoke would not be Too heavy to carry Even though I know My yoke would not be Too heavy to carry I lay my burdens in the pierced hands that are strong He knows my yoke with Him it's light Sometimes I fear the weight Should it be to heavy it hurts me so Even though I know My yoke would not be Too heavy to carry Even though I know My yoke would not be Too heavy to carry Even though I know My yoke would not be Too heavy to carry Even though I know My yoke would not be Too heavy to carry