Lyrics: Kirsty Maccoll. The Hardest Word.

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 see 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 as 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