Tapestry Lyrics

by Carole King

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 we 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 rutted 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