Текст песни 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