Talking with My Father

	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