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 honor

I hear you laugh
And beg me not to dance
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

On your right standing 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 said you might do
Maybe in a carving

In a cathedral
Somewhere in Barcelona