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