My (C)life has been a (G7sus)tap es try of (C)rich and roy al (G7sus)hue,

an (C)ev er last ing (G7sus)vi sion

of the (C)ev er (F6)chang ing (C)view,

a (Dm7)won d’rous wov en (G)mag ic

in (Dm7)bits of blue and gold,

a (F)tap es try to (Em7)feel and see im pos si ble to hold.

(Cmaj7)Once, a mid the soft, (F)tap es sil ver (Cmaj7)sad ness in the sky,

there (Cmaj7)came a man of for er tune,

a turned (F)drift in er pass ing toad.

(C)by.

He (Dm7)wore a torn and (G)tat tered cloth in to a (Dm7)round his leath ered hide,

and a (Fmaj7)coat

of man y (Em7)col lors, fer, yel low I (Dm7)green n’t on ei ther side.

He (Eb)moved with some un (Ab)cer tain ty, as (Bb)if he did n’t (Ab)know

(Eb)just what he was there

for,

or (Bb)where he (Ab)ought to go.

(G)Once he reached for (D)some thing

gold en, (C)hang ing from a tree,

and his (G)hand

came down (G)emp

(Fmaj7)ty.

(G)well.

(C)As I watched in (G7sus)sor row,

there (C)sud den ly ap peared

a (C)fig ure, grey and (G7sus)ghost ly, be neath a (F6)flow ing beard.

In (Dm7)times of deep est dark

ness, I’ve (Dm7)seen him dressed in (G)black.

Now my (Fmaj7)tap es try’s un (Em7)rav el ing; he’s (Dm7)come to take me (G)back.

He’s (Dm7)come to take me (G)back.