| 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... |