E - B7 - E - B7
(2x)
E B7
E
B7
1. My life has been a tapestry of rich and royal hue,
E
B7 E B7
an everlasting vision of the
ever changing view,
F#m
B7
A
B7
a wondrous woven magic in bits
of blue and gold,
A G#m F#m
B7
a tapestry to feel and see, impossible
to hold.
E B7 E B7
2. Once amid the soft silver sadness in the sky
E B7 E B7
there came a man of fortune, a
drifter passing by,
F#m B7
A B7
he wore a torn and tattered
cloth around his leathered hide
A
G#m F#m B7
- F#m - B7
and a coat of many colors,
yellow-green on either side.
G D7 G D7
3. He moved with some uncertainty, as if he didn't know,
G D7 G D7
just what he was there for, or
where he ought to go.
B F# G#m B
Once he reached for something
golden hanging from a tree
E
F#
and his hand came down -
empty.
E B7
E
B7
4. Soon within my tapestry along the rutted road
E B7 E
B7
he sat down on a river rock
and turned into a toad,
F#m B7
A B7
it seemed that he had fallen
into someone's wicked spell,
A
G#m
F#m B7
and I wept to see him suffer,
though I didn't know him well.
F C7 F C7
5. As I watched in sorrow, there suddenly appeared,
F C7 F
C7
a figure, gray and ghostly,
beneath a flowing beard.
Gm C
Bb C
In times of deepest darkness,
I've seen him dressed in black,
Bb Am Gm C
now my tapestry's unravelling,
he's come to take me back,
Gm D - Gm
he's come to take me back.
+ F - C7 - F - C7 - F - C7 - F
(orig. = capo 1st) (Carole
King)