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 the 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 honour
 I hear you laugh and beg me not to dance
 'Cause on your right, standing by, is Mister Bojangles
 With a toast he's telling me it's time
 To raise a glass, make a toast, a toast in your honour
 I hear you laugh and beg me not to dance
 'Cause on your right, standing by, is Mister 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 said you might do
 Maybe in a carving
 In a cathedral
 Somewhere in Barcelona