Campfire In The Dark

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


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

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

[Chorus]
         Bm                      
In the evening she would lift the 
   G
black pot from the coals,
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‘a bit to eat‘ she always would 
remark.
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There’d be vessels left to clean 
          G
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                          
We’d go down to the pool hall to 
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chat up the town boers,
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sometimes at their discos we 
             D
can’t get past the doors.
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We’re still tinkers to them and 
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it’s thrown at our ears,
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We’re still the awful strangers 
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even after all these years

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

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