Intro: G Bm G A G Bm A G Bm Verse D G Em My father rises early and he makes a sup 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 D so he sits and tells me stories of the travelling life he knew.Verse 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 D there?s a hunger deep inside her for the travelling life thas deadBm G In the evening they would meet in lonely country lanes Bm G A field away you?ll hear a collie bark. Bm G And they?d pass the time away with talks about the day, A G standing round the campfire in the dark, A G standing round the campfire in the darkVerse D G Em We?d go down to the pool hall to chat up the town boers, 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 even after all these years Verse 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 a 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 traveller?s way we?ve lost. Verse Bm G Em 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 with the sound of horses moving in the dark, A G with the sound of horses moving in the dark, A G with the sound of horses moving moving in the dark.Bm G In the evening she would lift the black pot 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 playing round the campfire in the dark A G playing round the campfire in the dark.