Date: Sun, 18 Jan 1998 20:03:17 +0100 (CET)
From: Peter Eybert <pjoe@charon.muc.de>
Subject: CRD: Tapestry by Carole King

Tapestry 

written and performed by Carole King
from "Tapestry", 1971
transcribed by Peter Eybert <pjoe@charon.muc.de>


(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       G#m7            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        G#m7           F#m             B7       F#m7 B7
and a coat of many colors, yellow-green on either side.

   G                 D7sus  D7     Gmaj7        D7
He moved with some uncertainty, as if he didn't know
G                D7sus D7      Gmaj7             D7
just what he was there for, or where he ought to go
B                   Gb7              Abm7           B
once he reached for something golden hanging from a tree
        Emaj7               Gb
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           G#m7             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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