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.
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