Campfire In The Dark Paddy Houlihan D G Em My father rises early and he makes a cup of tea A A7 G D He lights the kitchen stove and then he calls me D G Em His days are often empty, he’s nothing much to do A A7 G D So he sits and tells me stories of the travelling life he knew Bm G In the evening they would meet in lonely country lanes Bm G A field away you'ld hear a collie bark Bm G And they’d pass the time away with talks about the day A G Bm Standing 'round the campfire in the dark A G Bm Standing 'round the campfire in the dark D G Em My mother likes the house, the hot water and the rooms A A7 G D It's warm in the winter and she's handy with the broom D G Em Sometimes she makes Colcannon, more often Griddle Bread A A7 G D There's hunger deep inside her for a traveling life that’s dead Bm G In the evening she would lift the black pots from the coals Bm G A bit to eat she always would remark Bm G There'd be vessels left to clean while children could be seen A G Bm Playing 'round the campfire in the dark A G Bm Playing 'round the campfire in the dark D G Em We'd go down to the pool hall to chat up the town beors A A7 G D Sometimes at their discos we can't get past the doors D G Em We're still tinkers to them and it's thrown at our ears A A7 G D We're still the awful strangers after all these years D G Em And I think about my own life and the way that it will be A A7 G D An Escort van, a bit of dealing, a wife and family D G Em Thursday I collect the Dole, friday pitch and toss A A7 G D But on the site I think about the travellers' ways we've lost Bm G And I wish that I could rise, wash the sleep out of these eyes Bm G And listen to the sweet song of the lark Bm G And I wish that I could be in campfire company A G Bm With the sound of horses moving in the dark A G Bm With the sound of horses moving in the dark A G Bm With the sound of horses moving in the dark