Campfire In The Dark chords by The Fureys

Intro:

G Bm G
A G Bm
A G Bm

Verse:
   D             G       Em
My father rises early and he makes a sup of tea,
   A         A7   G      D
he lights the kitchen stove and then he calls me.
  D             G        Em
His days are often empty, he’s nothing much to do,
    A         A7        D
so he sits and tells me stories of the travelling life he knew.

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

Verse:
  D                G        Em
My mother likes the house, the hot water and the rooms,
   A      A7       G       D
it’s warm in the winter and she’s handy with the broom.
  D                 G        Em
Sometimes she makes colcannon, more often griddle bread,
      A      A7        D
there’s a hunger deep inside her for the travelling life thas dead

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

Verse:
   D              G         Em
We’d go down to the pool hall to chat up the town boers,
  A        A7    G       D
sometimes at their discos we can’t get past the doors.
    D               G       Em
We’re still tinkers to them and it’s thrown at our ears,
   A        A7       G        D
We’re still the awful strangers even after all these years

Verse:
    D                G        Em
And I think about my own life and the way that it will be,
  A           A7    G      D
an escort van, a bit of dealing, a wife and a family.
  D.             G        Em
Thursday I collect the dole, Friday pitch and toss,
      A       A7    G         D
But on the site I think about the traveller’s way we’ve lost.

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