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