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Intro: D, A, D, Em11
D A
This is the calendar
D Em11
These are the dates
D A D Em11
You know you'll be, you won't know what you'll see
D A D Em11
The routes might change so all that remains
D A D
Is the pull from place to place
Bridge: D, A, Em11, Em7
D A Bm D
We left our homes in the spring sunshine
D A Bm D
Things came alive when I knew they weren't mine
D A Bm D
Falling in line didn't matter at all
D A Bm D
We knew we'd go when we each heard the call
D A
This is the calendar
D Em11
These are the dates
D A D Em11
You know you'll be, you won't know what you'll see
D A D Em11
The routes might change so all that remains
D A D
Is the pull from place to place
Bridge D, A, Em11, Em7
D A Bm D
The pylons found fault lines to run through the heart
D A Bm D
The heart of the land beat with odd fits and starts
D A Bm D
So they ran round the oldest and grey of the hills
D A Bm D
So as to let the old die without power or pills
D A
This is the calendar
D Em11
These are the dates
D A D Em11
You know you'll be, you won't know what you'll see
D A D Em11
The routes might change so all that remains
D A D
Is the pull from place to place
Bridge D, A, Em11, Em7
D A Bm D
Dublin to Cork though you never heard told
D A Bm D
There's a line of good men with eyes wet and bold
D A Bm D
Where they weep for the crows bearing twigs for the nest
D A Bm D
Changing the shape of the trees they loved best
D A
This is the calendar
D Em11
These are the dates
D A D Em11
You know you'll be, you won't know what you'll see
D A D Em11
The routes might change so all that remains
D A D
Is the pull from place to place
Bridge D, A, Em11, Em7
D A Bm D
The ghost of O'Donahue scared not the lad
D A Bm D
Who in desert respect lost the smile he borne glad
D A Bm D
Sat quite chief and folorn and pitched with the spectre
D A Bm D
Escaped all exhaustions and prayers from the rector
Bm D Em11 D
And with glancing devout pulled a frown from his sack
Bm D Em11 A
Weighed with loaves from the oven and ale from the rack
Bridge: A-hammeron-Asus4
D A
This is the calendar
D Em11
These are the dates
D A D Em11
You know you'll be, you won't know what you'll see
D A D Em11
The routes might change so all that remains
D A D
Is the pull from place to place
Dsus2 A
In the last days of my life
Em11 Dsus2
Oh I won't know whether to laugh or cry
Dsus2 A
In the last days of my life
Em11 Dsus2
Oh I won't know whether to laugh or cry
Written by Johnny Flynn