So many people look at the bog As a place that just lies dead Nothing to do for the body Nothing to do for the head Take me where the heather and the moss grows The turf lies row after row Out there in the sun to dry I breathe it in as I pedal on by With the kids and the dogs mucking together Bringing in the turf No matter what the weather
I'm a bogman Deep down, it's where I come from...
I'd love to see Arizona Or the West Australian sands But my heart belongs to those precious wetlands No matter where your travelling takes you Sure the bog will never leave you Some people look for God above Down in the bog I found love Where the heather and the moss grows The turf lies row after row Out there in the sun to dry I breathe it in as I pedal on by With the kids and the dogs mucking together Bringing in the turf No matter what the weather
I'm a bogman Deep down, it's where I come from...
Think about it You love a cuppa tea by the turf fire Your arms around your heart's desire The two of you looking out at the midland night At the shooting stars and the satellites Turf smell warms hearts 'Til the huggin' and the kissin' starts Bog love surrounds you A beautiful place to come to