Tapestry - Nana Mouskouri

My life has been a tapestry

Of rich and royal hue

An ever lasting vision

Of the ever-changing view

A wonderous woven magic

In bits of blue and gold

A tapestry to feel and see,

Impossible to hold

Once amid the soft and 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 he din’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 upon on a river rock and turned into a toad

It seem 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, then suddenly appeared

A figure grey and ghostly beneath a flowing beard

In time of deepest darkness

I’ve seen him dressed in black

Now my tapestry’s unravelling;

He’s come to take me back (3 times)