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 fits 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