I woke up to a summer morning in the Calabogie peaks
Sharing conversation with myself
I stirred the wood stove and I stoked it's fire
while my coffee brewed
I finally know that I'm content
since I found my way to you

And the city lights have nothin'
that I want or need
nothin' that means anything to me
And my coffee seems so much better
than the cities ugly streets
and I have no doubt this cup of joe
is better company

Calabogie You'll never feel alone
among the ancient bent and weathered
backs of stone
and at the feet of every peak
and valley that you find
veins of liquid silver wind and weave
and the midnight stars are a permanent
audience to the moon
Your troubles will be lifted far away
You can listen to the evening loon
lament
the end of every day
and I guess I've known since I arrived
I'm going to have to stay

Calabogie, I've fallen hard for her
Deeper than I thought
for the broken peaks and endless trees
and the way the waters talk
And I'd like to say I'll be back again
but I don't think that I can leave
the comfort and seclusion
of the Calabogie peaks.

Roosty