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Lyr/Chords Req: Campfire in the Dark & Oro Oro

17 Nov 02 - 11:23 PM (#828757)
Subject: Lyr Req: Lyrics and chords to Fureys songs
From: GUEST

Might anyone have the lyrics and chords to a couple of Fureys songs, Campfire in the Dark, and Oro Oro from their Winds of Change cd. Thanks


18 Nov 02 - 05:30 PM (#829314)
Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Lyrics and chords to Fureys songs
From: The Shambles

Can anyone help?


22 Nov 02 - 12:32 PM (#832668)
Subject: RE: Lyr/Chords Req: Campfire in the Dark & Oro Oro
From: nutty

I've found these words which may be the lyrics you are looking for.
If its not a song , it certainly should be ..... lovely words

Campfire in the dark


22 Nov 02 - 07:04 PM (#832986)
Subject: Lyr Add: CAMPFIRE IN THE DARK
From: masato sakurai

It sure is. Here is "Wind of Change" sound clips.

CAMPFIRE IN THE DARK
original words by Paddy Houlihan

My father rises early and makes a sup of tea
He lights the kitchen stove and then he calls me
His days are often empty, nothing much to do
And so he tells me stories of the travelling life he knew

In the evening they would meet in lonely country lanes
A field away you'ld hear a collie bark
As they passed the time away with talks about the day
Standing 'round the campfire in the dark
Standing 'round the campfire in the dark

My mother likes the house, the hot water and the rooms
It's warm in the winter and she's handy with the broom
Sometimes she makes Colcannon, more often Griddle Bread
For there's a hunger deep inside her for a life that's nearly dead.

In the evening she would lift the black pots from the coals
A bit to eat she always would remark
There'd be vessels left to clean while children could be seen
Playing 'round the campfire in the dark
Playing 'round the campfire in the dark

I think about my own life and the way that it will be
An Escort van, a bit of dealing, a wife and family
Thursday I collect the Dole, maybe pitch and toss
And on the site I think about the travellers' ways we've lost

~Masato


31 May 10 - 07:39 AM (#2917595)
Subject: RE: Lyr/Chords Req: Campfire in the Dark & Oro Oro
From: GUEST

would anyone have the chords to this   song as i a beginner learning the   guitar by myseelf


30 Aug 10 - 11:11 AM (#2975902)
Subject: RE: Lyr/Chords Req: Campfire in the Dark & Oro Oro
From: GUEST,Mark

Hiya,

The chords are:
Verse- D G
       A G D
       D G
       A G D

Chorus-Bm D G
       Bm D G
       Bm D G
       A G Bm

You need to listen to the lyric carefully as there are a lot of errors about. Masato has a pretty solid version, but it's 'brittle bread' not griddle, and part of the last (longer) verse is absent.

'We'd go down to the pool hall
To chat up the town whores
Sometimes at their discos
We can't get past the doors
We're still tinkers to them
And it's thrown at our ears
We're still the awful strangers
After all these years

Then straight into

And I think about my own life etc.

Oro is just D and Dm


01 Mar 13 - 08:07 AM (#3485062)
Subject: RE: Lyr/Chords Req: Campfire in the Dark & Oro Oro
From: GUEST,Lavengro

The version I know of Oro Oro is Em D all the way through. Straightforward but a great song played on mandolin and guitar.

The Fureys version of Campfire in the Dark ends with

But on the site I think about the Travellers' ways we've lost
And I wish that I could rise, wash the sleep out of these eyes
And listen to the sweet song of the lark
And I wish that I could be in campfire company
With the sound of horses moving in the dark
With the sound of horses moving, in the dark


13 Jul 16 - 01:07 PM (#3800092)
Subject: RE: Lyr/Chords Req: Campfire in the Dark & Oro Oro
From: GUEST

Here are the accurate lyrics. It's griddle bread actually. You make it in a kind of skillet over a fire. Google it.


CAMPFIRE IN THE DARK

My father rises early and makes a sup of tea
He lights the kitchen stove and then he calls me
His days are often empty, he's nothing much to do
So he sits and tells me stories of the travelling life he knew

In the evening they would meet in lonely country lanes
A field away you'd hear a collie bark
As they passed the time away with talk about the day
Standing 'round the campfire in the dark
Standing 'round the campfire in the dark

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

In the evening she would lift the black pot from the coals
A bit to eat she always would remark
There'd be vessels left to clean while children could be seen
Playing 'round the campfire in the dark
Playing 'round the campfire in the dark

We'd go down to the pool hall to chat up the town beors
Sometimes at the discos we can't get past the doors
We're still tinkers to them and it's thrown at our ears
We're still the awful strangers after all these years
I think about my own life and the way that it will be
An Escort van, a bit of dealing, a wife and family
Now Thursday I collect the Dole; Friday, pitch and toss
And on the site I think about the travellers' ways we've lost

And I wish that I could rise and wash the sleep out of these eyes
And listen to the sweet song of the lark
And I wish that I could be in a campfire company
With the sound of horses moving in the dark
With the sound of horses moving, in the dark