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