A father and a son Down the road they come To stand at last together To stand at last alone At the place that they call home And to talk about whatever To talk about whatever Until time becomes undone Unchiselled and unborn Before the lines of light Were written on the dawn Called forth from memory And from memory came song And we became as one A father and a son. Sound became the form From form the dream was borne The dream became the dreamer As real as anyone In the well spring of such sanity We find we have begun our new day, Watching mountains moving Because a father loves a son A song of love is sung And the dance of life goes on.