Tapestry

My Life has been a tapestry of rich and royal hue
An everlasting vision of the ever-changing view
A wondrous woven magic, in bits of blue and gold
A tapestry to feel and see
Impossible to hold.

Once, amid the soft, silver sadness in the sky
There came a man of fortune
A drifter passing by
He wore a torn and tattered cloth
Around his leathered hide
And a coat of many colors
Yellow-green 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.

Soon within my tapestry along the rugged road
He sat down on a river rock, and turned into a toad

It seemed that he had fallen
into someone's wicked spell
And I wept to see him suffer
Though I didn't know him well

As I watched in sorrow there suddenly appeared
A figure gray 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!

Performed by Carole King
Written by Carole King (1971).