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