Toast
Tori Amos Lyrics


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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

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of Tori Amos's song Toast reflect the artist's personal experience of grief and loss. The song's verses travel through memories and imagined futures, as she remembers the times her loved one showed her the ropes to climb mountains or enjoyed the smell of burning wood in a winter castle, while also acknowledging that these moments have now become memories. The chorus features a mournful yet celebratory tone, as Amos raises a glass in honor of the person who has passed away, hears their laughter, and imagines them telling her to move on and let them go.


The song's imagery and symbolism are rich and evocative, inviting the listener to delve deeper into the emotional landscape the song portrays. The references to Easter and harvest time suggest seasons of renewal and abundance, contrasting with the final mentions of a carving in a cathedral in Barcelona, a gesture that implies a more permanent and transcendent form of remembrance. The presence of Mr. Bojangles, a character from a song by Jerry Jeff Walker about a street dancer, adds another layer of meaning, as his toast becomes a sign of farewell and closure.


Line by Line Meaning

I thought it was Easter time
I had a feeling of rebirth and resurrection, a sense of hope and new beginnings.


The way the light rose
The sun's rays illuminated and brightened my surroundings, hinting at the possibilities of the day ahead.


Rose that morning
The sun ascended over the horizon and made the day new and fresh with its light.


Lately you've been on my mind
I've been thinking a lot about you recently, pondering our past together and wondering where you are now.


You showed me the rope
You gave me the guidance and means to overcome tough obstacles and move forward in life.


Ropes to climb
There were mounds to conquer, and you provided the resources for me to succeed and climb to the top.


Over mountains
We navigated extreme hardships and huge peaks, going through difficult times and emerging more robust and experienced than before.


And to pull myself
You empowered me to take control and pull myself up in times of distress, making me believe in myself and ability.


Out of a landslide
In the midst of a disastrous event, you became my savior and rescued me from a terrible fate.


I thought it was harvest time
The end of one season and the start of another, where the fruits of labor are picked and new beginnings come to light.


You always loved the smell of the wood burning
You had a fondness for the scent of a burning ember, a craving for warmth and the accompanying memories it provided.


She with her honey hair
This person has a distinct physical appearance, and you were entranced by their lovely tresses, never wanting to let go.


Dalhousie Castle
A place where you felt at ease and at home, where you would bring close friends and family.


She would meet you there
This honey-tressed woman would come to the castle and spend time with you, building a friendship and bond that would go beyond the place and its walls.


In the winter
A time of introspection and hibernation, when thoughts turn inward and the heart desires warmth and companionship.


Butter yellow
Referring to the vivid color of the flames in the fireplace, a hue that creates a feeling of calm and peace in the heart and soul.


The flames you stirred
You loved to tend to the fire, adding logs and more warmth to the room, becoming the focus of the evening and drawing others to you.


Yes, you could stir
You had the ability to make the fire come alive, a magic that drew others to you and created a sense of communal joy and happiness.


I raise a glass
With drink in hand, I pay homage to the past and acknowledge the memories we shared.


Make a toast
A gesture of thanks and gratitude, something given with grace and appreciation.


A toast in your honor
A way of celebrating your life and acknowledging the impact you had on mine.


I hear you laugh
Recalling memories so vividly that you can hear the accompanying sound, transported back to a time of joy and lightness.


And beg me not to dance
Despite the memories of elation that come with reminiscing, there is also a sorrow and heaviness that accompanies it, and the need for restraint and control.


On your right standing by is Mr. Bojangles
A familiar presence from the past stands at my side, offering support and assistance on this emotional journey.


With a toast he's telling me it's time
Through a touching physical gesture, Mr. Bojangles is telling me that it's time to move on and leave the past behind.


To let you go
A recognition that holding onto the past does not serve the present, and a release that is necessary for growth and life to continue.


I thought I'd see you again
A hope that was harbored for so long, that you would meet again and pick up where things left off.


You said you might do
A glimmer of hope that you held onto, a sign that things could be different and the future was unknown but hopeful.


Maybe in a carving
A vision of an artwork that would stand the test of time and become a lasting symbol of a time and place filled with hope and possibility.


In a cathedral
A grand setting where important things happen, a place of worship and reverence that is filled with mystery and wonder.


Somewhere in Barcelona
The place where anything can happen, and where you can find your dreams and the hope that comes with them.




Lyrics © WARP MUSIC LIMITED, Downtown Music Publishing
Written by: ROBERT STEWART

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