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 hammer-on 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