Campfire in the Dark Chords by The Fureys
Tempo:
120.45 bpm
Chords used:
G
D
Bm
A
Em
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[Bm] [D]
[G] [A]
[Bm]
[A] [Bm]
Me [D] father rises early [Em] and he makes his supper [G] tae
[A] He lights the kitchen stove [G] and then he [D] calls me
His days are often empty, [Em] he's nothing much [G] to do
So [A] he sits and tells me stories [G] of the travelling life [D] he knew
[Bm] In the Aitlin they were made [D] in lowly [G] country lanes
I feel the way you'd hear a collie bark
[Bm] And in past the time away [D] we'd talk about [G] the day
[A] Standing round the campfire in [Bm] the dark
[A]
[Bm] Me [D] mother likes the house, [Em] the hot water [G] and the rooms
[A] It's warm in the winter [G] and she's handy with the [D] brew
Sometimes she makes col-cannon, [Em] more often [G] griddle bread
[A] There's a hunger deep inside her [G] for a travelling life [D] that's dead
In [Bm] the Aitlin she'd lift [D] the black pot from [G] the coals
A bit too late she always would remark
There'd [Bm] be vessels left to clean [D] while children could [G] be seen
[A] Laying round the campfire in [Bm] the dark
[A] Laying round the campfire [Bm] in the dark
[D]
[G]
[Bm] [D] [G]
[A]
[Bm] [A]
[Bm] We [D] go down to the pool hall [Em] to chat up [G] the town viewers
[A] Sometimes at the disco [G] we can't get past [D] the doors
We're still tinkers to them and [Em] it's thrown [G] at our ears
[A] We're still the office strangers [G]
after all [D] these years
And I think about my own life and [Em] the way it [G] will be
[A] A nest cart van, a bit of dailing, [G] a wife and a [D] bambilee
Now Thursday I collect the dole, [Em] Friday pitch [G] and pulse
[A] Or on the site I think about [G] the travellers' ways we've [D] lost
And [Bm] I wish that I could rise and [D] watch the sleep out of [G] these eyes
And listen to the sweet song of the lark
[Bm] And I wish that I would be [D] in a campfire [G] company
[A] With the sound of horses moving in [Bm] the dark
[A] With the sound of horses moving [Bm] in the dark
With the [A] sound of horses moving in [Bm] the dark
[G] [A]
[Bm]
[A] [Bm]
Me [D] father rises early [Em] and he makes his supper [G] tae
[A] He lights the kitchen stove [G] and then he [D] calls me
His days are often empty, [Em] he's nothing much [G] to do
So [A] he sits and tells me stories [G] of the travelling life [D] he knew
[Bm] In the Aitlin they were made [D] in lowly [G] country lanes
I feel the way you'd hear a collie bark
[Bm] And in past the time away [D] we'd talk about [G] the day
[A] Standing round the campfire in [Bm] the dark
[A]
[Bm] Me [D] mother likes the house, [Em] the hot water [G] and the rooms
[A] It's warm in the winter [G] and she's handy with the [D] brew
Sometimes she makes col-cannon, [Em] more often [G] griddle bread
[A] There's a hunger deep inside her [G] for a travelling life [D] that's dead
In [Bm] the Aitlin she'd lift [D] the black pot from [G] the coals
A bit too late she always would remark
There'd [Bm] be vessels left to clean [D] while children could [G] be seen
[A] Laying round the campfire in [Bm] the dark
[A] Laying round the campfire [Bm] in the dark
[D]
[G]
[Bm] [D] [G]
[A]
[Bm] [A]
[Bm] We [D] go down to the pool hall [Em] to chat up [G] the town viewers
[A] Sometimes at the disco [G] we can't get past [D] the doors
We're still tinkers to them and [Em] it's thrown [G] at our ears
[A] We're still the office strangers [G]
after all [D] these years
And I think about my own life and [Em] the way it [G] will be
[A] A nest cart van, a bit of dailing, [G] a wife and a [D] bambilee
Now Thursday I collect the dole, [Em] Friday pitch [G] and pulse
[A] Or on the site I think about [G] the travellers' ways we've [D] lost
And [Bm] I wish that I could rise and [D] watch the sleep out of [G] these eyes
And listen to the sweet song of the lark
[Bm] And I wish that I would be [D] in a campfire [G] company
[A] With the sound of horses moving in [Bm] the dark
[A] With the sound of horses moving [Bm] in the dark
With the [A] sound of horses moving in [Bm] the dark
Key:
G
D
Bm
A
Em
G
D
Bm
[Bm] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [D] _
_ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _ [A] _
_ _ _ _ _ [Bm] _ _ _
_ _ [A] _ _ _ _ _ [Bm] _
_ _ _ Me [D] father rises early [Em] and he makes his supper [G] tae
[A] He lights the kitchen stove [G] and then he [D] calls me
His days are often empty, [Em] he's nothing much [G] to do
So [A] he sits and tells me stories [G] of the travelling life [D] he knew
[Bm] In the Aitlin they were made [D] in lowly [G] country _ _ lanes
I feel the way you'd hear a collie bark
_ _ [Bm] And in past the time away _ [D] we'd talk about [G] the _ day
_ [A] Standing round the campfire in [Bm] the dark
_ _ _ [A] _
_ _ _ _ _ [Bm] _ Me _ _ [D] mother likes the house, [Em] the hot water [G] and the rooms
[A] It's warm in the winter [G] and she's handy with the [D] brew _
Sometimes she makes col-cannon, [Em] more often [G] griddle bread
[A] There's a hunger deep inside her [G] for a travelling life [D] that's dead
In [Bm] the Aitlin she'd lift [D] the black pot from [G] the _ coals
A bit too late she always would remark
_ _ There'd [Bm] be vessels left to clean [D] while children could [G] be _ seen
_ [A] _ Laying round the campfire in [Bm] the dark
_ _ _ _ [A] _ Laying round the campfire [Bm] in the dark _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [D] _ _ _
[G] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[Bm] _ _ _ _ _ [D] _ _ [G] _
_ _ _ _ _ [A] _ _ _
_ _ [Bm] _ _ _ _ _ [A] _
_ _ _ _ _ [Bm] _ We _ [D] go down to the pool hall [Em] to chat up [G] the town viewers
[A] Sometimes at the disco [G] we can't get past [D] the doors
We're still tinkers to them and [Em] it's thrown [G] at our ears
[A] We're still the office strangers [G]
after all [D] these years
And I think about my own life and [Em] the way it [G] will be
[A] A nest cart van, a bit of dailing, [G] a wife and a [D] bambilee
Now Thursday I collect the dole, [Em] Friday pitch [G] and pulse
[A] Or on the site I think about [G] the travellers' ways we've [D] lost
And [Bm] I wish that I could rise and [D] watch the sleep out of [G] these eyes
_ And listen to the sweet song of the lark
_ [Bm] And I wish that I would be [D] in a campfire [G] company _
_ _ [A] With the sound of horses moving in [Bm] the dark
_ _ [A] With the sound of horses moving [Bm] in the dark
_ _ With the [A] sound of horses moving in [Bm] the dark _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _ [A] _
_ _ _ _ _ [Bm] _ _ _
_ _ [A] _ _ _ _ _ [Bm] _
_ _ _ Me [D] father rises early [Em] and he makes his supper [G] tae
[A] He lights the kitchen stove [G] and then he [D] calls me
His days are often empty, [Em] he's nothing much [G] to do
So [A] he sits and tells me stories [G] of the travelling life [D] he knew
[Bm] In the Aitlin they were made [D] in lowly [G] country _ _ lanes
I feel the way you'd hear a collie bark
_ _ [Bm] And in past the time away _ [D] we'd talk about [G] the _ day
_ [A] Standing round the campfire in [Bm] the dark
_ _ _ [A] _
_ _ _ _ _ [Bm] _ Me _ _ [D] mother likes the house, [Em] the hot water [G] and the rooms
[A] It's warm in the winter [G] and she's handy with the [D] brew _
Sometimes she makes col-cannon, [Em] more often [G] griddle bread
[A] There's a hunger deep inside her [G] for a travelling life [D] that's dead
In [Bm] the Aitlin she'd lift [D] the black pot from [G] the _ coals
A bit too late she always would remark
_ _ There'd [Bm] be vessels left to clean [D] while children could [G] be _ seen
_ [A] _ Laying round the campfire in [Bm] the dark
_ _ _ _ [A] _ Laying round the campfire [Bm] in the dark _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [D] _ _ _
[G] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[Bm] _ _ _ _ _ [D] _ _ [G] _
_ _ _ _ _ [A] _ _ _
_ _ [Bm] _ _ _ _ _ [A] _
_ _ _ _ _ [Bm] _ We _ [D] go down to the pool hall [Em] to chat up [G] the town viewers
[A] Sometimes at the disco [G] we can't get past [D] the doors
We're still tinkers to them and [Em] it's thrown [G] at our ears
[A] We're still the office strangers [G]
after all [D] these years
And I think about my own life and [Em] the way it [G] will be
[A] A nest cart van, a bit of dailing, [G] a wife and a [D] bambilee
Now Thursday I collect the dole, [Em] Friday pitch [G] and pulse
[A] Or on the site I think about [G] the travellers' ways we've [D] lost
And [Bm] I wish that I could rise and [D] watch the sleep out of [G] these eyes
_ And listen to the sweet song of the lark
_ [Bm] And I wish that I would be [D] in a campfire [G] company _
_ _ [A] With the sound of horses moving in [Bm] the dark
_ _ [A] With the sound of horses moving [Bm] in the dark
_ _ With the [A] sound of horses moving in [Bm] the dark _ _
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