My life has been a tapestry

Of rich and royal you

An everlasting vision

Of theever changing view

A wondrous wove and magic

In bits of blue and gold

A tapestry to feel and see

Impossible to hold

Amid the soft silver sadness in the sky

There came a man of fortune

A drifter passing by

He wore a torn and tattered cloth

Around his leathered hide

And a coat of many colors

Yellow green on either side

He moved with some uncertainty

As if he didn't know

Just what he was there for

Or where he ought to go

Once he reached for something

Golden handhanging from a tree

And his hand came down empty

Soon within my tapestry

Along the rugged road

He sat down on a river rock

And turn him to a toad

It seemed that he had fallen

Into someone's wicked spell

And I wept to see him suffer

Though I didn't know him well

As I watched in sorrow

There suddenly appeared a figure

Grey and ghostly beneath the flowing beard

In times of deepest darkness

I've seen him dressed in black

Now my tapestry's unraveling

He's come to take me back

He's come to take me back