My life has been
A tapestry of rich and royal hue
An everlasting vision of the everhanging 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
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 aught to go
Once he reached for something
Golden hanging from a tree
And his hands came down empty
Soon within my tapestry
Along the rutted road
He sat down on a silver 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 time 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