| Song | Talking With My Father |
| Artist | Dougie MacLean |
| Album | Live from the Ends of the Earth |
| 作曲 : Dougie MacLean | |
| 作词 : Dougie MacLean | |
| 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 |
| zuò qǔ : Dougie MacLean | |
| zuò cí : Dougie MacLean | |
| 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 |