The photo may be blurry and faded but i remember clear as day standing right there in the yard with my grandfather. He ran away from home several times as a boy until finally making his way to America at age nineteen. Some of these are his words, some are my words, and always he talked lovingly of little Denmark, the home of his birth - as he stood on two shores. With his birthday coming up, only seems so fitting to post it here.

This was recorded back in 2004 and taken from the titled album Two Shores. Thank you to Clarence Ferrari for playing slide guitar and Dynamike for his bass parts. Words and music - Jodee James.

I always think of this song when mornings are filled with mist and the end of October slips into Celtic winter. It's a rough copy - I've lost the original around here somewhere but was anxious to share it. Thank you to dear friend Lesl Harker for adding her whistle. Lyrics are from a Welsh poem of the same title by William Jones of Bala, Wales (1896-1961). The melody is a variant of the Irish tune used from She Moved Through the Fair - and both with a haunting theme.

Taken from the Welsh legend telling of a mysterious boat full of women washing up upon the shore of the island of Anglesey - whether they were really witches i have no idea but seems there was a lot going on back then with the fairie folk, giants and ladies of the lake, this just another day in the life of beloved Welsh folk tales.

I recorded this awhile ago. The wind was howling the night I wrote it and the same wind was howling when I recorded the guitar part - I was able to use that for the wind in the background. Thank you to my pal Jake Conte for accompanying me on bass. A link on the bottom right corner brings you to the lyrics.