* Song: * Album: * Notes: I'm a Bogman Between The Mountain And The Moon

I'm a Bogman

So many people look at the bog
As a place that just lies dead
Nothing to do for the body
Nothing to give to 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
Where the kids and the dogs
Muck in together
Bringing in the turf
No matter what the weather
 
I'm a bogman
Deep down
It's where I come from
I'm a bogman
 
I'd love to see Arizona
Or the West Australia sands
But my heart belongs
To these precious wetlands
No matter where your travelling takes you
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

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 arm 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
'Till the huggin' and kissin' starts
Bog love surrounds you
A beautiful place to come to