toast - Toast

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