The Black Rogue

A tree falls lightly by the river-bed 
As day-break lightly on my heavy head, 
Reminds me of something else- 
An old choice I made when younger days 
had a hold of me and you, 
out for a cigarette up in smoke,  
round and round and down we go. 

Everywhere I go reminds me of somewhere else, 
an old friend I used to know, 
have you seen the black rogue? 

A tree falls lightly to the river bed 
floats down and sinks into the sand 
Day breaks something inside my head 
Have you seen the black rogue?