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
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