Campfire In The Dark chords by The Fureys

Chords with lyrics

Intro:

G+G B minorBm G+G
A augmentedA G+G B minorBm
A augmentedA G+G B minorBm

Verse:
   D MajorD             G+G       E minorEm
My father rises early and he makes a sup of tea,
   A augmentedA         A7A7   G+G      D MajorD
he lights the kitchen stove and then he calls me.
  D MajorD             G+G        E minorEm
His days are often empty, he’s nothing much to do,
    A augmentedA         A7A7        D MajorD
so he sits and tells me stories of the travelling life he knew.

Chorus:
   B minorBm              G+G
In the evening they would meet in lonely country lanes
  B minorBm        G+G
A augmentedA field away you’ll hear a collie bark.
      B minorBm           G+G
And they’d pass the time away with talks about the day,
 A augmentedA         G+G
standing round the campfire in the dark,
 A augmentedA         G+G
standing round the campfire in the dark

Verse:
  D MajorD                G+G        E minorEm
My mother likes the house, the hot water and the rooms,
   A augmentedA      A7A7       G+G       D MajorD
it’s warm in the winter and she’s handy with the broom.
  D MajorD                 G+G        E minorEm
Sometimes she makes colcannon, more often griddle bread,
      A augmentedA      A7A7        D MajorD
there’s a hunger deep inside her for the travelling life thas dead

Chorus:
     B minorBm             G+G
In the evening she would lift the black pot from the coals,
  B minorBm        G+G
‘a bit to eat‘ she always would remark.
      B minorBm              G+G
There’d be vessels left to clean while children could be seen
 A augmentedA         G+G
playing round the campfire in the dark
 A augmentedA         G+G
playing round the campfire in the dark.

Verse:
   D MajorD              G+G         E minorEm
We’d go down to the pool hall to chat up the town boers,
  A augmentedA        A7A7    G+G       D MajorD
sometimes at their discos we can’t get past the doors.
    D MajorD               G+G       E minorEm
We’re still tinkers to them and it’s thrown at our ears,
   A augmentedA        A7A7       G+G        D MajorD
We’re still the awful strangers even after all these years

Verse:
    D MajorD                G+G        E minorEm
And I think about my own life and the way that it will be,
  A augmentedA           A7A7    G+G      D MajorD
an escort van, a bit of dealing, a wife and a family.
  D.             G+G        E minorEm
Thursday I collect the dole, Friday pitch and toss,
      A augmentedA       A7A7    G+G         D MajorD
But on the site I think about the traveller’s way we’ve lost.

Verse:
    B minorBm                G+G          E minorEm
And I wish that I could rise, wash the sleep out of these eyes,
   B minorBm      G+G
and listen to the sweet song of the lark.
   B minorBm            G+G
And I wish that I could be in campfire company,
     A augmentedA        G+G
with the sound of horses moving in the dark,
     A augmentedA        G+G
with the sound of horses moving in the dark,
     A augmentedA        G+G