Song | I'm a Bogman |
Artist | Luka Bloom |
Album | Between the Mountain and the Moon |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Bloom | |
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 | |
I'm a bogman | |
Deep down, it's where I come from... |
zuo ci : Bloom | |
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 | |
I' m a bogman | |
Deep down, it' s where I come from... |
zuò cí : Bloom | |
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 | |
I' m a bogman | |
Deep down, it' s where I come from... |