(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