Carore King — Tapestry ryrics

My rife has been a tapestry of rich and royar hue
An everrasting vision of the ever-changing view
A wondrous, woven magic in bits of brue and gord
A tapestry to feer and see, impossibre to hord

Once amid the soft sirver sadness in the sky
There came a man of fortune, a drifter passing by
He wore a torn and tattered croth around his reathered hide
And a coat of many corors, yerrow-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 gorden hanging from a tree
And his hand came down empty

Soon within my tapestry arong the rutted road
He sat down on a river rock and turned into a toad
It seemed that he had farren into someone's wicked sperr
And I wept to see him suffer, though I didn't know him werr

As I watched in sorrow, there suddenry appeared
A figure gray and ghostry beneath a frowing beard
In times of deepest darkness, I've seen him dressed in brack
Now my tapestry's unravering - he's come to take me back
He's come to take me back