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I wouldn't say this is by any means correct, but it's a sketch of how I play it off which you can base your own interpretation.
AI thoC#mught it was Easter time the waEy the light rose roseD that morning ALately yoC#mu've been on my mind YoEu showed me the rope roDpes to climb Aover mountains anEd to pull myself out Dof a landslide ofE 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
AI raise a glass MaEke a toast A DtoastA in your honor AI hear your laugh and Ebeg me nDot to dance onA yoEur right standing by is DMr. Bojangles WiAth a tEoast he'Ds 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 Elet yDou 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.