Song | Talking with My Father |
Artist | Dougie MacLean |
Album | Who Am I |
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I'm talking with my father, he's talking with his son | |
And I don't need to look any further for the one I have become | |
He says listen to that curlew that's a sound I love to hear | |
It's a strange reflection that we look through oh that finally finds us here | |
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 fulfill | |
I'm talking with my father across these gentle Perthshire hills | |
It’s timeless mysteries that we gather to make the memories that we fill | |
He says don't fix what is not broken no need to find what's not been lost | |
It's a heavy gate we have to open an endless field we have to cross | |
There will always be the brave one there'll be the one who turns away | |
With all too many things left undone oh and so much left to say | |
I'm talking with my father, he's talking with his son | |
I don't need to look any further for the one I have become |
I' m talking with my father, he' s talking with his son | |
And I don' t need to look any further for the one I have become | |
He says listen to that curlew that' s a sound I love to hear | |
It' s a strange reflection that we look through oh that finally finds us here | |
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 fulfill | |
I' m talking with my father across these gentle Perthshire hills | |
It' s timeless mysteries that we gather to make the memories that we fill | |
He says don' t fix what is not broken no need to find what' s not been lost | |
It' s a heavy gate we have to open an endless field we have to cross | |
There will always be the brave one there' ll be the one who turns away | |
With all too many things left undone oh and so much left to say | |
I' m talking with my father, he' s talking with his son | |
I don' t need to look any further for the one I have become |
I' m talking with my father, he' s talking with his son | |
And I don' t need to look any further for the one I have become | |
He says listen to that curlew that' s a sound I love to hear | |
It' s a strange reflection that we look through oh that finally finds us here | |
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 fulfill | |
I' m talking with my father across these gentle Perthshire hills | |
It' s timeless mysteries that we gather to make the memories that we fill | |
He says don' t fix what is not broken no need to find what' s not been lost | |
It' s a heavy gate we have to open an endless field we have to cross | |
There will always be the brave one there' ll be the one who turns away | |
With all too many things left undone oh and so much left to say | |
I' m talking with my father, he' s talking with his son | |
I don' t need to look any further for the one I have become |