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 Asm7 F#m B7 a tapestry to feel and see, impossible to hold.Emaj7 B9 Emaj7 B9 Once amid the soft silver sadness in the skyE B9 E B7 there came a man of fortune, a drifter passing byF#m7 B A B he wore a torn and tattered cloth around his leathered hideAmaj7 Asm7 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 knowG D7sus D7 Gmaj7 D7 just what he was there for, or where he ought to goB Gb7 Abm7 B once he reached for something golden hanging from a treeEmaj7 Gb and his hand came down - empty.E B7 E B7 Soon within my tapestry along the rutted roadE 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 Asm7 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 appearedF C7 F C7 a figure gray and ghostly beneath a flowing beardGm7 C B C in times of deepest darkness, I've seen him dressed in blackBmaj7 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.F C7 F C7 F