Harvest Time
We’ll make Grand Isle by the evening
(Come with me)
But I can’t wait to see the sun
(In the country)
The Saint John River will be shining
And a hard day’s work will be done
We made our way down from the north
(Across the border)
We used to sing, “Oh Canada”
We write new chapters in our book
From a land called Aroostook
And when it’s harvest time
We’ll clear the fields again
And when it’s harvest time
We’ll clear the fields again
We work the farm
(In the sun)
So maybe one day
Our children’s children’s children
Might find a better way
So meet me outside by the mill
(Come to me)
After the noontime whistle blows
We’ll reminisce about our homelandAnd pray our path is lined with gold
And when it’s harvest time
We’ll clear the fields again
And when it’s harvest time
We’ll clear the fields again
And if I dared to dream
Then so can you
And when it’s harvest time again
And when it’s harvest time again
And when it’s harvest time again
And when it’s harvest time again
written by Stephanie Seymour/© 2026 Royal Greatness Music (ASCAP)
Stephanie Seymour – vocals, percussion
Bob Perry – all guitars (acoustic, electric, and mando), bass
Ira Elliot – drums
You Brains
New history, and it’s all a ball
If’n it wasn’t written so badly
No disarry can cloud the picture
But if there’s pain, we’ll take it in gladly
To waste today
You’ve got things so mixed up, there ain’t no scapegoat
I want to say “get out of my way”
I’ve seen your creed and your deed, and I can read – it’s a helluva note
You brains, you brains
Why don’t you try turning your little face sometime
Stop living in your names
Seems sick to me and I know you don’t think so
But I don’t care, cause I don’t scare, I’m gonna see you there
You can’t see
People they just want to live, they wanna breathe, and sow their seeds
Not fade away
I think there’s gotta be a change, I think there’s gotta be a big change
U. S. of A. your sons they stray
They’re never gonna see the shame, they’re never gonna take the blame
You brains, you brains
Why don’t you try turning your little eyes sometime, take a look at mine
Then take a look at your aims
Written by Sean Coleman Keenan and originally performed by Chris Harford on his album “Be Headed”/© 1992 Little Juice-um Music (BMI)
Stephanie Seymour – vocals, drums, percussion
Bob Perry – electric guitars
Debby Schwartz – bass
Words We Never Use
I can’t understand this sadness here
Sorrow’s rolling in, from where’s unclear
But I know there’s a reason for all these blues
So I’m off to find the words we never use
Yes I know you’ve been hurt by words I’ve said
But more by the times I turned my head
For the willow of your smile is showing through
You’re aching for the words we never use
How long must we bury all we feel?
Yes, and turn in the face of what is real
Well now, love has made an offer we can’t refuse
So let’s try for the words we never use
The words we never use
Written by Ron Sexsmith/© 1995 Ronboy Rhymes Inc./Interscope Pearl Music/Warner-Tamerlane Publishing Corp. (BMI)
Stephanie Seymour – vocals, percussion
Bob Perry – guitars (acoustic, electric, e-bow solo)
Jeremy Chatzky – bass
Paul Moschella – drums
Andy Burton – Hammond organ, piano, clavinet
One Trick Away
What happens when
You love someone and then
Lives take separate forks in the road again
Well magnets are strong
They weather every storm
And they never fail to point their way back home
I’m finding my way in this world
I’m weaving a path to an unknown door
Life might have a card up its sleeve
But I am one trick away from evermore
Back in Neverland
I had a decent plan
But the world didn’t meet my demands
I’d rave and I’d rant
But I could barely stand
Oh God, please move my feet because I can’t
I’m finding my way in this world
I’m weaving a path to an unknown door
Life might have a card up its sleeve
But I am one trick away from evermore
Home may be a place
Home may be a space
It feels like home when I see your face
I thought I was fine
But now I’m resigned
The dream that I had cannot be mine
We lived and loved
That might just be enough
Cross my heart, til we die, written in blood
I’m finding my way in this world
I’m weaving a path to an unknown door
Life might have a card up its sleeve
But I am one trick away from evermore
Yeah, life might have a card up its sleeve
But I am one trick away from evermore
I am one trick away from evermore
I am one trick away from evermore
I am one trick away from evermore
I am one trick away from evermore
I am one trick away from evermore
written by Stephanie Seymour/© 2026 Royal Greatness Music (ASCAP)
Stephanie Seymour – lead vocals, percussion
Bob Perry – guitars (acoustic and electric)
Jeremy Chatzky – upright bass
Paul Moschella – drums
Claudia Chopek – violin
Gang vocals – Scott Anthony, Deborah Berg, Julia Greenberg, Sherryl Marshall, Harlan Miller, Paul Moschella, Stephanie Seymour, Rebecca Turner
The Messenger
Got a letter from a messenger
I read it when it came
It said that you were wounded,
You were bound and chained
You had loved and you were handled
You were poisoned, you were pained
Oh no, oh no
You were naked, you were shamed
You could almost touch heaven
Right there in front of you
Liberty just slipped away on us
Now there’s so much work to do
Oh the door that closes tightly
Is the door that can swing wide
Oh no, oh no
Not expecting to collide
For a minute I let my guard down
Not afraid to be found out
Completely forgotten
What our fears were all about
Oh no, oh no
There’s no need to be without
There’s a chance and I will take it
This desire I can’t kill
Take my heart, please don’t break it
I will crawl to your foothill
I’m frightened but I’m coming
Please baby, please lay still
Oh no, oh no
Not coming for the kill
Oh no, oh no
Not coming for the kill
Oh no, oh no
Not coming for the kill
Written by Daniel Lanois/© 1993 Opal Music (Aludra Music Inc. in N. America)
Stephanie Seymour – vocals, drums, percussion
Bob Perry – electric guitars
Debby Schwartz – bass
James Mastro – electric guitar solo
Andy Burton – Rhodes, Vox Continental organ, Solina strings
Scour Your Heart
Only child
Your parents tried
But they just couldn’t handle the weight of the world on their shoulders
Your world grew a little colder
The raven flies
Your father dies
So tell me how it is
That you’re not supposed to listen
To the voices in your head
That whisper that you’re worthless
But on the other hand
The only one who’ll help you is yourself
It’s you and you alone
And no one else can save you
Years go by
A mother’s pride
All your dreams turn to nightmares and claw at the walls like the undead
He’s not coming home again
You can’t ask why
Don’t even try
So tell me how it is
That you’re not supposed to listen
To the voices in your head
Reciting all your failures
But on the other hand
The only one who’ll help you is yourself
It’s you and you alone
And no one else can save you
But then you scoured your heart and found another way through
But then you scoured your heart and found another way through
So tell me how it is
That you’re not supposed to listen
To the voices in your head
Reciting all your failures
But on the other hand
The only one who’ll help you is yourself
It’s you and you alone
And no one else can save you
But then you scoured your heart and found another way through
But then you scoured your heart and found another way through
But then you scoured your heart and found another way through
But then you scoured your heart and found another way through
But then you scoured your heart and found another way through
But then you scoured your heart and found another way through
written by Stephanie Seymour/© 2026 Royal Greatness Music (ASCAP)
Stephanie Seymour – vocals, percussion
Bob Perry – guitars (acoustic and electric)
Jeremy Chatzky – bass
Frank Vilardi – drums
Ray Nissen – synthesizer, piano
Photos by Sandra Nissen/Sandra Nissen Photography