Bless my soul, take a little burden Come one come all No sheep to be a-herding We'll pay the toll For all we'll be a-working Take a little burden home And when it's cold and the day is surely leaving We'll build a fire, there will be warm hands this evening Raise a toast to the liars and the heathens Make this little fire grow Little boy, I can't look at you but smile There's so much joy in your little book of rhymes Sing our songs as we walk for miles and miles You try so hard but sometimes it's just too hard to try, try, try So baby, won't you come on home? Holy smokes, they're dying by the dozens And God would know that they're fighting over nothing Let's lend a hand, whether it be warring or a-flooding Take a little burden home Bless my soul Come one, come all No sheep to be a-herding We'll pay the toll For all we'll be a-working Take a little burden home