Toast

I thought it was Easter time

The way the light rose

Rose that morning

Lately you've been on my mind

You showed me the rope

Ropes to climb over mountains

And to pull myself out of a landslide

Of a landslide

I thought it was harvest time

You always loved the smell of wood burning

She, with her honey hair

Dalhousie Castle

She would meet you there in the winter

Butter yellow, the flames you stirred

Yes, you could stir

I raise a glass, make a toast

A toast in your honor

I hear you laugh and beg me not to dance

'Cause on your right

Standing by is Mr. Bojangles

With a toast he's telling me it's time

To raise a glass, make a toast

A toast in your honor

I hear you laugh and beg me not to dance

'Cause on your right

Standing by is Mr. Bojangles

With a toast he's telling me it's time

To let you go

Let you go

I thought I'd see you again

You say you might do

Maybe in a carving

In a cathedral

Somewhere in Barcelona