My life has been a tapestry   Of rich and royal hue   An ever lasting vision   Of the ever-changing view   A wonderous woven magic   In bits of blue and gold   A tapestry to feel and see,   Impossible to hold      Once amid the soft and 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 din't know   Just what he was there for or where he ought to go   Once he reached for something golden hanging from a tree   And his hand came down empty      Soon within my tapestry along the rutted road   He sat upon on a river rock and turned into a toad   It seem 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, then suddenly appeared   A figure grey and ghostly beneath a flowing beard   In time of deepest darkness   I've seen him dressed in black   Now my tapestry's unravelling;   He's come to take me back ( 3 times)