My life has been a tapestry of rich and royal hue
An everlasting Pidgin of the ever changing view
A wondrous woven magick in pixels blue and gold
A tapestry to fill and see, impossible to hold
Once amid the soft silver sadness in the sky
There came a man of for tune, 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 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 did not know him well
As I watched in sorrow, there suddenly appeared
A figure gray and ghostly beneath the 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 mi back, thank You
