So many people look at the bognAs a place that just lies deadnNothing to do for the bodynNothing to do for the headnTake me where the heather and the moss growsnThe turf lies row after rownOut there in the sun to drynI breathe it in as I pedal on bynWith the kids and the dogs mucking togethernBringing in the turfnNo matter what the weathernnI'm a bogmannDeep down, it's where I come from...nnI'd love to see ArizonanOr the West Australian sandsnBut my heart belongs to those precious wetlandsnNo matter where your travelling takes younSure the bog will never leave younSome people look for God abovenDown in the bog I found lovenWhere the heather and the moss growsnThe turf lies row after rownOut there in the sun to drynI breathe it in as I pedal on bynWith the kids and the dogs mucking togethernBringing in the turfnNo matter what the weathernnI'm a bogmannDeep down, it's where I come from...nnThink about itnYou love a cuppa tea by the turf firenYour arms around your heart's desirenThe two of you looking out at the midland nightnAt the shooting stars and the satellitesnTurf smell warms heartsn'Til the huggin' and the kissin' startsnBog love surrounds younA beautiful place to come tonnI'm a bogmannDeep down, it's where I come from...