Tapestry Carole King akordy

My ^Elife has been a ^B7tapestry of ^Erich and royal ^B7hue,

an ^Eeverlasting ^B7vision of the ^Eeverchanging ^B7view,

a ^F♯m7wondrous woven ^Bmagic in ^Abits of blue and ^Bgold,

a ^Amaj7tapestry to ^A♭7feel and see, im^F♯mpossible to ^B7hold.

^Emaj7Once amid the ^B9soft silver ^Emaj7sadness in the ^B9sky

there ^Ecame a man of ^B9fortune, a ^Edrifter passing ^B7by

he ^F♯m7wore a torn and ^Btattered cloth ar^Aound his leathered ^Bhide

and a ^Amaj7coat of many ^A♭7colors, yellow-^F♯mgreen on either ^B7side.^{F♯m7 B7}

He ^Gmoved with some un^D7suscertain^D7ty, as ^Gmaj7if he didn't ^D7know

^Gjust what he was ^D7susthere ^D7for, or ^Gmaj7where he ought to ^D7go

^Bonce he reached for ^G♭7something golden ^A♭m7hanging from a ^Btree

and his ^Emaj7hand came down - emp^G♭ty.

^ESoon within my ^B7tapestry al^Eong the rutted ^B7road

he ^Esat down on a ^B7river rock and ^Eturned into a ^B7toad,

it ^F♯m7seemed that he had ^Bfallen into ^Asomeone's wicked ^Bspell,

and I ^Amaj7wept to see him ^A♭7suffer, though I ^F♯mdidn't know him ^B7well.

^FAs I watched in ^C7sorrow, there ^Fsuddenly ap^C7peared

a ^Ffigure gray and ^C7ghostly be^Fneath a flowing ^C7beard

in ^Gm7times of deepest ^Cdarkness, I've ^Bseen him dressed in^C black

now my ^Bmaj7tapestry's un^Am7ravelling; he's^Gm come to take me^C7 back,

he's ^Gm7come to take me ^D9susback.^Dm7