E B7 E B7
My life has been a tapestry of rich and royal hue,
E B7 E B7
an everlasting vision of the everchanging view,
F#m7 B A B
a wondrous woven magic in bits of blue and gold,
Amaj7 G#m7 F#m B7
a tapestry to feel and see, impossible to hold.
Emaj7 B9 Emaj7 B9
Once amid the soft silver sadness in the sky
E B9 E B7
there came a man of fortune, a drifter passing by
F#m7 B A B
he wore a torn and tattered cloth around his leathered hide
Amaj7 G#m7 F#m B7 F#m7 B7
and a coat of many colors, yellow-green on either side.
G D7sus D7 Gmaj7 D7
He moved with some uncertainty, as if he didn't know
G D7sus D7 Gmaj7 D7
just what he was there for, or where he ought to go
B Gb7 Abm7 B
once he reached for something golden hanging from a tree
Emaj7 Gb
and his hand came down - empty.
E B7 E B7
Soon within my tapestry along the rutted road
E B7 E B7
he sat down on a river rock and turned into a toad,
F#m7 B A B
it seemed that he had fallen into someone's wicked spell,
Amaj7 G#m7 F#m B7
and I wept to see him suffer, though I didn't know him well.
F C7 F C7
As I watched in sorrow, there suddenly appeared
F C7 F C7
a figure gray and ghostly beneath a flowing beard
Gm7 C Bb C
in times of deepest darkness, I've seen him dressed in black
Bbmaj7 Am7 Gm C7
now my tapestry's unravelling; he's come to take me back,
Gm7 D9sus Dm7/4
he's come to take me back.
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