Tapestry sing and play along

My life has been a tapestry of rich and royal hue,

an everlasting vision

of the everchanging 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, tapes silver sadness in the sky,

there came a man of for er tune,

a turned drift iner passing toad.

by. He wore a torn and tattered cloth in to around his leathered hide,

and a coat

of many collors, fer, yellow I green n't 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.

well. As I watched in sorrow,

there suddenly appeared

a figure, grey 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.