Tapestry sing and play along

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

an everlasting vision

of the 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, tap es silver sadness in the road,

sky, there came a man on of for river tune,

and a turned drift iner pass a ing toad.

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

and a coat of many colors,

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 watch 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.