Tapestry

My life has been a tapestry

Of rich and royal hue;

An everlasting vision

Of the ever-changing view;

A wond'rous 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

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 hanging from a tree

And his hand came down emp-ty

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 unraveling;

He's come to take me back

He's come to take me back