Tapestry

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Date: Sun, 18 Jan 1998 20:03:17 +0100 (CET)
From: Peter Eybert 

 
Subject: CRD: Tapestry by Carole King

Tapestry

written and performed by Carole King
from "Tapestry", 1971
transcribed by Peter Eybert 
 
  


(Capo 1)

   
  E               
  B7          
  E              
  B7
My life has been a tapestry of rich and royal hue,
   
  E           
  B7            
  E            
  B7
an everlasting vision of the everchanging view,
  
  F#m7           
  B        
  A                
  B
a wondrous woven magic in bits of blue and gold,
  
  Amaj7       
  Abm7            
  F#m         
  B7
a tapestry to feel and see, impossible to hold.


  Emaj7         
  B9          
  Emaj7          
  B9
Once amid the soft silver sadness in the sky
      
  E             
  B9         
  E               
  B7
there came a man of fortune, a drifter passing by
   
  F#m7            
  B                
  A                  
  B
he wore a torn and tattered cloth around his leathered hide
      
  Amaj7        
  Abm7           
  F#m             
  B7       
  F#m7 
  B7
and a coat of many colors, yellow-green on either side.

   
  G                 
  D7sus4  
  D7     
  Gmaj7        
  D7
He moved with some uncertainty, as if he didn't know

  G                
  D7sus4 
  D7      
  Gmaj7             
  D7
just what he was there for, or where he ought to go

  B                   
  F#7              
  Abm7           
  B
once he reached for something golden hanging from a tree
        
  Emaj7               
  F#
and his hand came down - empty.


  E              
  B7         
  E              
  B7
Soon within my tapestry along the rutted road
   
  E             
  B7             
  E             
  B7
he sat down on a river rock and turned into a toad,
   
  F#m7               
  B           
  A                
  B
it seemed that he had fallen into someone's wicked spell,
      
  Amaj7           
  Abm7             
  F#m             
  B7
and I wept to see him suffer, though I didn't know him well.


  F               
  C7            
  F          
  C7
As I watched in sorrow, there suddenly appeared
  
  F               
  C7        
  F               
  C7
a figure gray and ghostly beneath a flowing beard
   
  Gm7              
  C              
  Bb                  
  C
in times of deepest darkness, I've seen him dressed in black
       
  Bbmaj7        
  Am7            
  Gm              
  C7
now my tapestry's unravelling; he's come to take me back,
     
  Gm7             D9sus  
  Dm7/4
he's come to take me back.


  F    
  C7    
  F    
  C7    
  F.

D9sus = x00553

  Dm7/4 = x00011

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