kumbaworld
Tapestry
King, Carol
My life has been a tapestry of rich and royal hue
An everlasting vision of the everchanging view
A wondrows woven magic in bits of blue and gold
A tapestry to feel and see, impossible to hold

Once amind the soft silver sadnessin 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 move 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 come 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 falleninto someone´s wicked spell
And I wept to see him suffer, tough I didn´t know him well

As I watched in sorrow, there suddenly appeared
Afigure gray and ghostly beneath a flowing beard
In times of deepest darkness, I´ve seen him dressed in black
Now my tapestry´s unravelling; he´s come to take me back
He´s came to take me back