Johnny Flynn - The Ghost Of O'Donahue lyrics

This is the calendar these are the dates
You know you'll be
You won't know what you'll see
The routes might change so all that remains
Is the pull from place to place
We left our homes in the spring sunshine
Things came alive when I
Knew they weren't mine
Falling in line didn't matter at all
We knew we'd go when we each heard the call
This is the calendar these are the dates
You know you'll be
You won't know what you'll see
The routes might change so all that remains
Is the pull from place to place

The pylons found fault lines to
Run through the heart
The heart of the land beat
With odd fit's and starts
So they ran round the oldest
And grey of the hills so as to let the old
Die without power or pills
This is the calendar these are the dates
You know you'll be
You won't know what you'll see
The routes might change so all that remains
Is the pull from place to place

Dublin to Cork though you never heard told
There's a line of good men
With eyes wet and bold
Where they weep for the crows
Bearing twigs for the nest
Changing the shape of the
Trees they loved best
This is the calendar these are the dates
You know you'll be
You won't know what you'll see
The routes might change so all that remains
Is the pull from place to place

The ghost of O'Donahue scared not the lad
Who in desert respect lost the
Smile he borne glad
Sat quite chief and folorn and
Pitched with the spectre
Escaped all exhaustions and prayers
From the rector
And with glancing devout pulled a
Frown from his sack
Weighed with loaves from the oven
And ale from the rack

This is the calendar these are the dates
You know you'll be
You won't know what you'll see
The routes might change so all that remains
Is the pull from place to place
In the last days of my life
Oh, I won't know whether to laugh or cry
In the last days of my life
Oh, I won't know whether to laugh or cry
In the last days of my life
Oh, I won't know whether to laugh or cry