Campfire In The Dark(Chords)

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

 
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In the evening they would meet in 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 talks about the day, 
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standing round the campfire in the dark, 
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standing round the campfire in the dark 


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


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In the evening she would lift the 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 while children could be seen 
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playing round the campfire in the dark 
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playing round the campfire in the dark. 


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We?d go down to the pool hall to chat up the town boers, 
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sometimes at their discos we can?t get past the doors. 
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We?re still tinkers to them and it?s thrown at our ears, 
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We?re still the awful strangers even after all these years 

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

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And I wish that I could rise, wash 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 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.