Biografía:
The Fureys is an Irish folk band that initially performed and recorded as The Fureys & Davey Arthur with family friend Davey Arthur. The name eventually simplified to The Fureys when Arthur no longer performed with them after 1993 (though he returned for a number of recordings until he had a stroke in 2014).
Prior to 1976, two of the Furey brothers toured as a duo Finbar & Eddie Furey. Meanwhile, their brother Paul Furey had, together with brother George, and family friend Davey Arthur and Brendan Leeson, been in the band The Buskers.
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Otras canciones:
- Absent Friends
- Anniversary Waltz
- As I Leave Behind Neidin
- Campfire In The Dark
- Clare To Here
- Donegal
- Dublin
- Gallipoli
- I Will Love You Evry Time
- If I Had My Life To Live Over
- Lovers
- Maggie
- May We All Someday Meet Again
- Paddy And The Barrel
- Red Rose Cafe
- She Came To Me
- Steal Away
- Tara Hill
- The First Leaves Of Autumn
- The Green Fields Of France
- The Lonesome Boatman
- The Old Man
- When You Were Sweet Sixteen
¡Cuatro años de duro trabajo!Este mes de mayo cumplimos cuatro años al aire. Seguimos trabajando en la difusión de este maravilloso instrumento, ¡gracias por participar en nuestra historia!
[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.
[Chorus]
Bm 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 dark
[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 dead
[Chorus]
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.
[Verse]
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.
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.
[Chorus]
Bm 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 dark
[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 dead
[Chorus]
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.
[Verse]
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.
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