Campfire In The Dark

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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.


[Chorus]
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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

[Verse]
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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

[Chorus]
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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.

[Verse]
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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

[Verse]
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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.

[Verse]
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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.