Paroles The Ghost of O'Donahue de Johnny Flynn

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This is the calendarThese are the datesYou know you'll be, you won't know what you'll seeThe routes might change so all that remainsIs the pull from place to placeWe left our homes in the spring sunshineThings came alive when I knew they weren't mineFalling in line didn't matter at allWe knew we'd go when we each heard the callThis is the calendarThese are the datesYou know you'll be, you won't know what you'll seeThe routes might change so all that remainsIs the pull from place to placeThe pylons found fault lines to run through the heartThe heart of the land beat with odd fits and startsSo they ran round the oldest and grey of the hillsSo as to let the old die without power or pillsThis is the calendarThese are the datesYou know you'll be, you won't know what you'll seeThe routes might change so all that remainsIs the pull from place to placeDublin to Cork though you never heard toldThere's a line of good men with eyes wet and boldWhere they weep for the crows bearing twigs for the nestChanging the shape of the trees they loved bestThis is the calendarThese are the datesYou know you'll be, you won't know what you'll seeThe routes might change so all that remainsIs the pull from place to placeThe ghost of O'Donahue scared not the ladWho in desert respect lost the smile he borne gladSat quite chief and folorn and pitched with the spectreEscaped all exhaustions and prayers from the rectorAnd with glancing devout pulled a frown from his sackWeighed with loaves from the oven and ale from the rackThis is the calendarThese are the datesYou know you'll be, you won't know what you'll seeThe routes might change so all that remainsIs the pull from place to placeIn the last days of my lifeOh I won't know whether to laugh or cryIn the last days of my lifeOh I won't know whether to laugh or cryIn the last days of my lifeOh I won't know whether to laugh or cry

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