| E | B7 | E | B7 | |
| My | life has been a | tapestry of | rich and royal | hue, |
| E | B7 | E | B7 | |
| an | everlasting | vision of the | everchanging | view, |
| F#m7 | B | A | B | |
| a | wondrous woven | magic in | bits of blue and | gold, |
| Amaj7 | G#m7 | F#m | B7 | |
| a | tapestry to | feel and see, im | possible to | hold. |
| Emaj7 | B9 | Emaj7 | B9 | |
| Once amid the | soft silver | sadness in the | sky |
| E | B9 | E | B7 | |
| there | came a man of | fortune, a | drifter passing | by |
| F#m7 | B | A | B | |
| he | wore a torn and | tattered cloth ar | ound his leathered | hide |
| Amaj7 | G#m7 | F#m | B7 | F#m7 | B7 | |
| and a | coat of many | colors, yellow- | green on either | side. |
| G | D7sus | D7 | Gmaj7 | D7 | |
| He | moved with some un | certain | ty, as | if he didn't | know |
| G | D7sus | D7 | Gmaj7 | D7 | |
| just what he was | there | for, or | where he ought to | go |
| B | Gb7 | Abm7 | B | |
| once he reached for | something golden | hanging from a | tree |
| Emaj7 | Gb | |
| and his | hand came down - emp | ty. |
| E | B7 | E | B7 | |
| Soon within my | tapestry al | ong the rutted | road |
| E | B7 | E | B7 | |
| he | sat down on a | river rock and | turned into a | toad, |
| F#m7 | B | A | B | |
| it | seemed that he had | fallen into | someone's wicked | spell, |
| Amaj7 | G#m7 | F#m | B7 | |
| and I | wept to see him | suffer, though I | didn't know him | well. |
| F | C7 | F | C7 | |
| As I watched in | sorrow, there | suddenly ap | peared |
| F | C7 | F | C7 | |
| a | figure gray and | ghostly be | neath a flowing | beard |
| Gm7 | C | Bb | C | |
| in | times of deepest | darkness, I've | seen him dressed in | black |
| Bbmaj7 | Am7 | Gm | C7 | |
| now my | tapestry's unr | avelling; he's | come to take me | back, |
| Gm7 | D9sus | Dm7/4 | |
| he's | come to take me | back. |
| F C7 F C7 F. |
| D9sus = x00553 |
| Dm7/4 = x00011 |
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