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Campfire In The Dark

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Campfire In The Dark Song Lyrics And Guitar Chords. Written by Paddy Houlihan and recorded by The Furey Brothers And Davie Arthur. A song about the life of the travelling people of Ireland. Chords by Marc.

CAMPFIRE IN THE DARK 4/4 (Original words by Paddy Houlihan)
Intro:  G-Bm-Bm-Bm-G-G   A-G-Bm-Bm   A-G-Bm-Bm
My (D)father rises early and he (G)makes a sup of (Em)tea
He (A)lights the kitchen (A7)stove and (G)then he calls (D)me
His (D)days are often empty, he’s (G)nothing much to (Em)do
So he (A)sits and tells me (A7)stories of the (G)travelling life he (D)knew

In the (Bm)evening they would meet in lonely country (G)lanes
A (Bm)field away you'ld hear a collie (G)bark
And they’d (Bm)pass the time away with talks about the (G)day
(A)Standing 'round the (G)campfire in the (Bm)dark
(A)Standing 'round the (G)campfire in the (Bm)dark

My (D)mother likes the house, the hot (G)water and the (Em)rooms
It's (A)warm in the (A7)winter and she's (G)handy with the (D)broom
Some(D)times she makes Colcannon, more (G)often Griddle (Em)Bread
There's a (A)hunger deep in(A7)side her for a (G)travelling life that's (D)dead.

In the (Bm)evening she would lift the black pots from the (G)coals
A (Bm)bit to eat she always would re(G)mark
There'd be (Bm)vessels left to clean while children could be (G)seen
(A)Playing 'round the (G)campfire in the (Bm)dark
(A)Playing 'round the (G)campfire in the (Bm)dark

Bridge: Play one instrumental B-Part

'We'd go (D)down to the pool hall to (G)chat up the town (Em)whores
Some(A)times at their (A7)discos we (G)can't get past the (D)doors
We're (D)still tinkers to them and it's (G)thrown at our (Em)ears
We're (A)still the awful (A7)strangers (G)after all these (D)years

And I (D)think about my own life and the (G)way that it will (Em)be
An (A)Escort van, a (A7)bit of dealing, a (G)wife and fami(D)ly
(D)Thursday I collect the Dole, (G)friday pitch and (Em)toss
But (A)on the site I (A7)think about the (G)travellers' ways we've (D)lost

And I (Bm)wish that I could rise, wash the sleep out of these (G)eyes
And (Bm)listen to the sweet song of the (G)lark
And I (Bm)wish that I could be in campfire compa(G)ny
With the (A)sound of horses (G)moving in the (Bm)dark
With the (A)sound of horses (G)moving in the (Bm)dark
With the (A)sound of horses (G)moving in the (Bm)dark

John Breen's Version
The Fureys Version

Here's The Tin Whistle Notes By Jean.
Intro :
D E F B B A B D E F D F A B E E F E D F A F
D E F B B A B D E F D F A B E E F E D F A F

Verse :
F A A F D D D E E D B D E E F G F E D D B A
F A A F D D D E E D B D E E F G F E D D E D

Chorus :
D E F B B A B D E F D F A B B A B C D (high) C B A B
D E F B B A B D E F D F A B [E E F E D B A B] bis
The part between [ and ] is played two times

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