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
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 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 CHORUS
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 CHORUS