The Fureys - Campfire in the dark

My fa^Dther rises early and he ma^Gkes a sup of t^Emea, he li^Aghts the kitchen st^A7ove and ^Gthen he calls^D me. His ^Ddays are often empty, he’s ^Gnothing much to ^Emdo, so he s^Aits and tells me s^A7tories of the trav^Delling life he knew.

In the^Bm evening they would meet in l^Gonely country lanes A f^Bmield away you’ll h^Gear a collie bark. And they’d ^Bmpass the time away with ^Gtalks about the day, st^Aanding round the ca^Gmpfire in the dark, st^Aanding round the ca^Gmpfire in the dark

My ^Dmother likes the house, the hot ^Gwater and the roo^Emms, it’s w^Aarm in the wi^A7nter and she’s h^Gandy with the b^Droom. Som^Detimes she makes colcannon, more o^Gften griddle bre^Emad, there’s a hu^Anger deep ins^A7ide her for the tr^Davelling life thas dead

In the ev^Bmening she would lift the bl^Gack pot from the coals, ‘a ^Bmbit to eat‘ she a^Glways would remark. There’d be v^Bmessels left to clean while chi^Gldren could be seen pl^Aaying round the cam^Gpfire in the dark pl^Aaying round the cam^Gpfire in the dark.

We’d ^Dgo down to the pool hall to c^Ghat up the town bo^Emers, some^Atimes at their di^A7scos we ca^Gn’t get past th^De doors. We’re s^Dtill tinkers to them and it’s t^Ghrown at our e^Emars, We’re ^Astill the awful s^A7trangers even a^Gfter all these ye^Dars

And I t^Dhink about my own life and the w^Gay that it will b^Eme, an e^Ascort van, a bit of de^A7aling, a ^Gwife and a fa^Dmily. D. G Em Thursday I collect the dole, Friday pitch and toss, But on the s^Aite I think abo^A7ut the tra^Gveller’s way we’ve ^Dlost.

And I w^Bmish that I could rise, wash the s^Gleep out of these ey^Emes, and li^Bmsten to the sw^Geet song of the lark. And I ^Bmwish that I could be in c^Gampfire company, with the s^Aound of horses mo^Gving in the dark, with the s^Aound of horses mo^Gving in the dark, with the s^Aound of horses mo^Gving moving in the dark.