The Hardest Word

(Kirsty maccoll/hamish maccoll) With me in the valley you out on the hill I can just see you if I close my eyes Climbing those mountains I picture you still I see your smile just as I saw the sunrise This land is ancient it's built out of bones At war with each other, the mother, the father The sisters, the brothers, the daughters and sons Be kind to each other, your father, your mother On the horizon the eagles are flying And I mean no more than a cloud in the sky I never know if I'm laughing or crying The hardest word is the word goodbye Teach me the old ways I'm ready to learn Be kind to the sister, be kind to the brother The writer, the singer, the poet, the clown Be good to the man and be kind to them all And we are ancient built from bones Make time for the young and make time for the old Be kind to each other oh that's what I know Be kind to the mothers, daughters and sons The true and the great and the scared and the small Be kind to each other, be kind to them all Forgive our indignity and we forgive yours As I am the mother, you are the father Entwined in each other, now and forever The fathers of daughters, the mothers of sons Forever and ever and ever as one As we are the fathers, we are the sons And we are the daughters, the mothers and brothers Forever and ever and ever as one