My life has been a Tapestry of rich and royal hue.
An everlasting vision of an everchanging view.
A wondrous, woven magic in bits of blue and gold
A tapestry to feel and see, Impossible to hold.
Once 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
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 hanging from a tree
And his hand came down empty.
Soon within my tapestry along the rutted road,
He sat down on a river rock and turned into 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 gray and ghostly beneath a flowing beard
In times of deepest darkness, I’ve seen him dressed in black
Now my tapestry’s unravelling,He’s come to take me back.
He’s come to take me back.