EB7EB7
My life has been a tapestry of rich and royal hue,
EB7EB7
an everlasting vision of the everchanging view,
F#mBAB
a wondrous woven magic in bits of blue and gold,
AG#mF#mB7
a tapestry to feel and see, impossible to hold.
EBEB
Once amid the soft silver sadness in the sky
EBEB7
there came a man of fortune, a drifter passing by
F#mBAB
he wore a torn and tattered cloth around his leathered hide
AG#mF#mB7F#mB7
and a coat of many colors, yellow-green on either side.
GD7D7GD7
He moved with some uncertainty, as if he didn't know
GD7D7GD7
just what he was there for, or where he ought to go
BF#7G#mB
once he reached for something golden hanging from a tree
EF#
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#mBAB
it seemed that he had fallen into someone's wicked spell,
AG#mF#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
GmCA#C
in times of deepest darkness, I've seen him dressed in black
A#AmGmC7
now my tapestry's unravelling; he's come to take me back,
GmD/sus4 Dm/4
he's come to take me back.
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