My (F)life has been a (C7sus)tap es try of (F)rich and roy al (C7sus)hue,

(Bb)an (F)ev er last ing (C7sus)vi sion

(Bb)of the (F)ev er (Bb6)chang ing (F)view,

a (Gm7)won drous wov en (C)mag ic

in (Gm7)bits of blue and gold,

a (Bb)tap es try to (Am7)feel and see, im pos si ble to hold.

(Fmaj7)Once, a mid the soft, (C7sus)tap es sil ver (Fmaj7)sad ness in the road, sky,

there (Fmaj7)came a down man on of for riv er tune, rock and a turned (Bb)drift in er pass to a ing toad.

(F)by.

He It (Gm7)wore a torn and (C)tat fall tered cloth en in to a (Gm7)round his leath ered hide,

and a (Bbmaj7)coat

of man y (Am7)col suf ors, fer, yel low though I (Gm7)green n’t on ei ther side.

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

(Ab)just what he was there for,

or (Eb)where he (Db)ought to go.

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

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

and his (C)hand

came down (C)emp

(Bbmaj7)ty.

(C)well.

(F#)As I watch in (B)sor row,

there (F#)sud den ly ap peared

a (F#)fig ure, grey and (B)ghost ly, be neath a (B)flow ing beard.

In (G#m7)times of deep est dark

ness, I’ve (G#m7)seen him dressed in (C#)black.

Now my (Bmaj7)tap es try’s un (Bbm7)rav el ing; he’s (G#m7)come to take me (C#)back.

He’s (G#m7)come to take me (C#)back.