My life has been a tapestry of rich and royal hue
An everlasting vision of the everchanging ever changing view
A wondrows wondrous woven magic in bits of blue and gold
A tapestry to feel and see, impossible to holdenter added
Once amind amid the soft silver sadnessin 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 sideenter added
He move 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 come came down emptyenter added
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 falleninto fallen into someone's wicked spell
And I wept to see him suffer, tough though I didn't know him wellenter added
As I watched in sorrow, there suddenly appeared
AfigureA 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; unraveling, he's come to take me back
He's came to take me back