Lyrics:
My life has been a tapestry of rich and royal hueAn everlasting vision of the everchanging viewA wondrows woven magic in bits of blue and goldA tapestry to feel and seem impossible to holdOnce amid the soft silver sadness in the skyThere came a man of fortune, a drifter passing byHe wore a torn and tattered cloth around his leathered hideAnd a coat of many colors, yellow-green on either sideHe moved with some uncertainty, as if he didn't knowJust what he was there for, or where he ought to goOnce he reached for something golden hanging from a treeAnd his hand come down emptySoon within my tapestry along the rutted roadHe sat down on a river rock and turned into a toadIt seemed that he had fallen into someone's wicked spellAnd I wept to see him suffer, though I didn't know him wellAs I watched in sorrow, there suddenly appearedA figure gray and ghostly beneath a flowing beardIn times of deepest darkness, I've seen him dressed in blackNow my tapestry's unravelling; he's come to take me backHe's came to take me back