Genre: folk
Author/Performer: Carole King
My life has been a tap-es-try
Of rich and royal hue
An ev-er last-ing vision
Of the ev-er chang-ing view
A wond'rous wo-ven mag-ic
In bits of blue and gold~~~~
A tap-es-try to feel and see
Im-pos-si-ble to hold~~~~
Once a - mid the soft sil-ver
Sadness in the sky
There came a man of fortune
A drif-ter pas-sing by
He wore a torn and tattered cloth
Around his leathered hide
And a coat of man-y colors
Yellow, green on either side
He moved with some un-cer-tain-ty
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 emp - ty
Soon within my tap-es-try
A-long the rut-ted road
He sat down on a riv-er rock
And turned in-to a toad
It seemed that he had fall-en
In-to some-one's wick-ed spell
And I wept to see him suf-fer
Though I didn't know him well
As I watched in sor-row
There sud-den-ly appeared~~~~
A figure grey and ghostly
Beneath a flow-ing beard~~~~
In times of deep-est dark~~~ness
I've seen him dressed in black
Now my tap-es-try's un-rav-el-ing
He's come to take me back
He's come to take me back....
