Chords for The Ghost of O'Donahue - Johnny Flynn

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This is the calendar, _ _ these are [B] the dates.
[F#] You'll know who you'll be, you won't know what [B] you'll see.
[F#] The roots might change, so all [B] that remains [F#] is the pull from place to _ [C#] place. _
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[F#] We [C#] left our homes [F#] in the spring _ sunshine. _
_ Things [C#m] came alive when [G#m] I knew they [F#] weren't mine.
_ Falling in [C#] line [A#] didn't matter [F#] at all.
_ We knew we'd [C#] go [G#m] when we [D#m] each [F#] had the [C#] call.
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_ _ _ _ This is the calendar, _ _ these are the dates.
You'll know who you'll [C#] be, you [F#] won't know what [B] you'll see.
[F#] The roots might [C#] change, [F#] so all that [B] remains [F#] is the pull [G#m] from place [F#] to _ place.
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[B] _ _ _ [F#] The pylons [C#] found fault lines to [F#] run through the heart.
And the heart of the [C#] land beat [G#m] with [F#] odd fits and starts.
So they ran [C#] round the oldest in [F#] grey of the hills.
To let the old [C#] die [G#m] without [F#] power or [C#] pills. _ _
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_ This is the calendar, _ _ these are the dates.
_ You'll know who you'll [C#] be, [F#] you won't know [B] what you'll [F#] see.
The roots [C#] might change, [F#] so all [B] that remains [F#] is the pull [C#] from place [F#] to _ [C#] place. _ _
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[F#] _ Dublin [C#] to Cork, though you've [D#] never [F#] heard told.
There's a line of good men [G#m] with eyes wet [F#] and bold.
Where they weep for [C#] the crows, bearing [D#m] twigs [F#] for the nest.
_ Changing the shape of [G#m] the trees they [F#] love [C#] best.
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[G#m] _ _ _ [F#] _ This is the calendar, _ _ these are [B] the dates.
[F#] You'll know who you'll [C#] be, you [F#] won't know what [B] you'll [F#] see.
The roots [C#] might change, [F#] so all that [B] remains [F#] is the pull from place to _ place.
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[B] _ _ [F#] The ghost [C#] of O'Donoghue [G#m] scared not [F#] the lad.
_ Desert [C#] respect lost the [D#m] smile he [F#] borne.
Glad sat quite chief and [C#] forlorn [G#m] and pitched [F#] with the spectre.
Escaped all [C#] _ exhaustions [G#m] and [F#] prayers from the rector.
[G#m] And with glancing [F#] _ devout [B] pulled a frown from [F#] his sack.
[D#m] Wait with loaves [F#] from the oven [B] and ale from [C#] the rack. _ _ _ _
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_ This is the calendar, _ _ these are [B] the [F#] dates.
You'll know who [C#] you'll be, you [F#] won't know what [B] you'll see.
[F#] The roots might [E] change, [F#] so all that [B] _ remains [F#] is the pull [C#] from place [F#] to _ place. _
In the last _ _ _ days of my _ _ _ life, all [C#] I want _ know [F#] are [B] the two love [F#] for _ _ pride. _ _ _ _ _
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life, all [C#] I want _ _ know [B] are the two _ love [F#] for _ _ pride. _ _ _ _ _
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_ _ _ In the last days _ _ of my _ _ _ _ life, all I want [C#] _
_ know [B] are the two love for [F#] _ _
pride. _ _ _ _
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