EB7EB7
My life has been a tapestry of rich and royal hue,
EB7EB7
an everlasting vision of the everchanging view,
F#m7BAB
a wondrous woven magic in bits of blue and gold,
Amaj7G#m7F#mB7
a tapestry to feel and see, impossible to hold.
Emaj7B9Emaj7B9
Once amid the soft silver sadness in the sky
EB9EB7
there came a man of fortune, a drifter passing by
F#m7BAB
he wore a torn and tattered cloth around his leathered hide
Amaj7G#m7F#mB7F#m7B7
and a coat of many colors, yellow-green on either side.
GD7susD7Gmaj7D7
He moved with some uncertainty, as if he didn't know
GD7susD7Gmaj7D7
just what he was there for, or where he ought to go
BF#7G#m7B
once he reached for something golden hanging from a tree
Emaj7F#
and his hand came down - empty.
EB7EB7
Soon within my tapestry along the rutted road
EB7EB7
he sat down on a river rock and turned into a toad,
F#m7BAB
it seemed that he had fallen into someone's wicked spell,
Amaj7G#m7F#mB7
and I wept to see him suffer, though I didn't know him well.
FC7FC7
As I watched in sorrow, there suddenly appeared
FC7FC7
a figure gray and ghostly beneath a flowing beard
Gm7CA#C
in times of deepest darkness, I've seen him dressed in black
A#maj7Am7GmC7
now my tapestry's unravelling; he's come to take me back,
Gm7D9/sus4 Dm7/4
he's come to take me back.
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