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 fulfil i m walking 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 and endless field we have to cross 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 fulfil 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 and i don t need to look any further for the one i have become 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 fulfil 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 fulfil