Dougie MacLean - Talking With My Father" I'm talking with my father. He's talking with his son, And I don't need to look any farther for the one I have become And he says, "Listen to that curlew That's a sound I love to hear. It's a strange reflection that we look through That finally finds us here". Chorus In this place where life's heart thunders In this place where time holds still In this place of harmony and wonder And values, not of gold, fulfil I'm walking with my father Across these gentle Perthshire hills It's timeless mysteries that we gather and make the mem'ries that we fill He says, "Don't fix what is not broken No need to find what's not been lost For it's a heavy gate we have to open and endless fields we have to cross" Chorus In this place where life's heart thunders In this place where time holds still In this place of harmony and wonder And values, not of gold, fulfil There will always be the brave one Who'll be the one who turns away With all too many things left undone And so it's left to say Talking with my father. He's talking with his son, And I don't need to look any farther for the one I have become Chorus In this place where life's heart thunders In this place where time holds still In this place of harmony and wonder And values, not of gold, fulfil
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