Carole King – Tapestry (Guitar)

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My life has been a tapestry of rich and royal hue,

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an everlasting vision of the everchanging view,

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a wondrous woven magic in bits of blue and gold,

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a tapestry to feel and see, impossible to hold.

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Once amid the soft silver sadness in the sky

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there came a man of fortune, a drifter passing by

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he wore a torn and tattered cloth around his leathered hide

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and a coat of many colors, yellow-green on either side.

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He moved with some uncertainty, as if he didn't know

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just what he was there for, or where he ought to go

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once he reached for something golden hanging from a tree

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and his hand came down - empty.

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Soon within my tapestry along the rutted road

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he sat down on a river rock and turned into a toad,

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it seemed that he had fallen into someone's wicked spell,

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and I wept to see him suffer, though I didn't know him well.

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As I watched in sorrow, there suddenly appeared

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a figure gray and ghostly beneath a flowing beard

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in times of deepest darkness, I've seen him dressed in black

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now my tapestry's unravelling; he's come to take me back,

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he's come to take me back.