Tapestry

E B7 E B7 My life has been a tapestry of rich and royal hue, E B7 E B7 an everlasting vision of the everchanging view, F#m7 B A B a wondrous woven magic in bits of blue and gold, Amaj7 G#m7 F#m B7 a tapestry to feel and see, impossible to hold. Emaj7 B9 Emaj7 B9 Once amid the soft silver sadness in the sky E B9 E B7 there came a man of fortune, a drifter passing by F#m7 B A B he wore a torn and tattered cloth around his leathered hide Amaj7 G#m7 F#m B7 F#m7 B7 and a coat of many colors, yellow-green on either side. G D7sus D7 Gmaj7 D7 He moved with some uncertainty, as if he didn't know G D7sus D7 Gmaj7 D7 just what he was there for, or where he ought to go B Gb7 Abm7 B once he reached for something golden hanging from a tree Emaj7 Gb and his hand came down - empty. E B7 E B7 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#m7 B A B it seemed that he had fallen into someone's wicked spell, Amaj7 G#m7 F#m B7 and I wept to see him suffer, though I didn't know him well. F C7 F C7 As I watched in sorrow, there suddenly appeared F C7 F C7 a figure gray and ghostly beneath a flowing beard Gm7 C Bb C in times of deepest darkness, I've seen him dressed in black Bbmaj7 Am7 Gm C7 now my tapestry's unravelling; he's come to take me back, Gm7 D9sus Dm7/4 he's come to take me back. F C7 F C7 F. D9sus = x00553 Dm7/4 = x00011 -- pjoe@charon.muc.de