[verse]
Deep in the swamp where the mud lies thick
A gurgle rises, a primal trick
Oga boga, the old ones call
Echoes bouncing off the wall
[pre-chorus]
Moss hangs low on cypress knees
Ripples stir in the murky breeze
Bogi bobu, the rhythm starts
Beating in our water-hearts
[chorus]
Oga boga, bobu bogi
Lost in the mist, wild and foggy
Chanting low where the fireflies gleam
Living in the wetland dream
Oga boga, bobu bogi
Dancing free, completely boggy
No one knows the words we say
But the swamp will never fade away
[bridge]
Frogs croak time on lily pads
Under the moon, we’re glory-glads
The bog is deep, the bog is true
It sings in me, it sings in you
[break]
Oga… boga…
Bobi bogi… oga…The bog hums on through the night
Oga boga in pale moonlight
Where the willows weep and lean
I am home in the marshland green
