Between The Mountain
And The Moon
2001
by Luka 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 grow
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...
Luka Bloom
© 2001 BMG London
Single: Holy Ground /
I'm A Bogman (feat. Christy Moore)
© 1999 Columbia, Sony Music (UK)
Album: Salty Heaven
Bonus Track:
Pinorrekk Records, Germany
I was far away, I was feeling down
Took a trip back to Milltown
Saddled the pony in Dowlings Lane
Headin' for the turfbank, carrying the slean
Cutting it straight and throwing it high
Garry's on the bank, he's spreading it to dry
Cutting it, footing it, clapping it together
Bringing home the turf
No matter what the weather
I'm a bogman
Deep down that's where I come from...