Tim Harrison

Tim Harrison

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Canadian folk songsmith, balladeer and multi-instrumentalist. "A wizard with words wringing poetry from our everyday struggles" (Toronto Star), "Cinematic Canadian songwriter" (Boston Globe)

Biography

Hailing from Grey County, Tim Harrison's debut on the Canadian folk scene was the release of his album "Train Going East", produced by folk legend Stan Rogers and engineered by 5x Grammy winner Daniel Lanois (Bob Dylan, U2). He performed throughout Canada and the United States in the 1980s and 1990s, and was actively involved in promoting folk music during this time as a radio host, concert promoter and as artistic director of various festivals across the country (Summerfolk-founder, Mariposa, Northwinds, Eaglewood).

Since 1999, Tim has been working full-time on his own performing and recording, and great things are happening! His music has been published in the venerable Sing Out, and has garnered great praise throughout the pages of Folk Roots, Acoustic Guitar, Penguin Eggs, Dirty Linen and a host of other publications. He was also selected as a finalist for the USA Songwriting Competition (folk category), and his latest CD, "Grey County", enjoyed wide airplay, positioning Tim for 8 consecutive months in the top 10 of Canadians receiving airplay internationally in 2005 (folkdj-l). Tim is currently working on a new collection of songs due for release in the Fall.

Yet Tim's talent extends far beyond the recording studio and onto the stage itself as a consummate performer known for his compelling singing, stellar guitar-work and commanding stage presence. What's more is his delightful wit and an uncanny knack for storytelling which make him an audience favorite (click here for presenters' comments).

Enthusiastic response to his recordings and performances has led to tours across Canada, the United States and the UK, where Tim has performed everywhere from Toronto's Harbourfront Centre for the Performing Arts to Canso's Stan Rogers Folk Festival, from New York's Caffe Lena to Washington's Kennedy Center, and from England's Midland Arts Centre to Scotland's An Lanntair Arts Centre.

Lyrics

Wheatfield With Crows

Written By: Tim Harrison

Wheatfield with crows
One more image as the palette overflows
One more step before the forks in the road
Separate us and we’re gone

Young rebels in the night
Drew thin lines around what’s wrong and what is right
Clutching fingers grasped at straws and held on tight
Young lovers sang their songs

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And there was music
The streets came alive
We ran into the dawn
Dreams of freedom drove us on

And there was glory
It was holy
It was the moon and the stars
It was the world blown apart
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Wheatfield with crows
Urgent talk in small cafes until they closed
Roaring poetry ‘round corners rolling home
Roof-tops echoed buildings rang

And in the darkened rooms
Streams of streetlight bathed their bodies as they moved
Slowly tracing Aphrodite’s pas-de-deux
Through the starry nights

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Wheatfield with crows
One more image as the palette overflows
One more step before the forks in the road
Separate us and we’re gone

Ship To Come In

Written By: Tim Harrison

We're waiting for our ship to come in
Waiting for the tide of healing to begin
We think we see it then it disappears again
Waiting for our ship to come in

We're standing on a long lonesome shore
Hoping for peace but finding only war
As it was in the beginning and shall be evermore
Standing on a long lonesome shore

And we're waiting for release from the past
Waiting for the time when we feel free at last
Waiting for the time when the anchor chain is cast
Waiting for release from the past
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But don't wait for your ship to come
Don't wait for the tide of healing to begin
If you can't imagine it will disappear again
Don't wait for your ship to come in

Don't wait for release from the past
Don't wait for the time when you feel free at last
Cut the lines that have kept your ship held fast
Don't wait for release from the past

Dan's Song

Written By: Tim Harrison

In the town named for Captain William F. Owen
It was a tough life from the start
Built with the blood of working men
And women who were filled with heart

They made it safe and they made it strong
As they toiled their lives away
There were churches built all around the square
As they learned in the good old way
Boys, they learned in the good old way

Now Billy McCoy was a workin’ man
And strong as any that come
And he raised his sons to do the right thing
And he kept them under his thumb

But the youngest son Dan was not like the rest
He preferred his books to the work
But Billy made sure Dan toed the line
And used the fist if Dan would shirk
Boys, used the fist if Dan would shirk

Dan would run to the woods and sit
With his books and his art as his flame
He’d revel in the joy of his desires
And the love that could bear no name

But when he’d get back home the stares were fierce
And the air was thick with threat
And one dark night all he loved was burned
Billy’d teach that young Dan yet
Boys, Billy’d teach that young Dan yet

Then one day as he limbed a tree
Billy got a call from his boss
He said “Bill, you’d better come along with me
I fear you’ve suffered a loss”

They went to the woods where Dan used to go
And there were policemen all around
Dan was hangin from an old maple tree
In drag was how we was found
Boys, in drag was how he was found

But they were safe and they were strong
As they toiled their lives away
And churches were built all around the square
And they learned in the good old way

And Dan he was never spoken about
His story never told
And the folks go about their business still
With the sweet hope of glory in their soul
Boys, the sweet hope of glory in their soul

Canada Gander's Lament

Written By: Tim Harrison

Notes:
[When I was young, my father decided to raise ducks and geese on a large pond which was in front of our house. The young would then fly south and return in spring to nest themselves. It is said that Canada geese mate for life and do not re-mate if their partner dies. A pair came one spring and raised 5 goslings. Toward the end of summer, the goose took her brood across the highway to a neighbor’s creek and was killed on the way back. The gander stood through snow and rain on a nesting raft waiting for his mate and young to return. He finally had to leave when the pond froze over in December]
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Where is it you’ve gone my dear
The only love of mine
You know we must spread our
wings
And leave for warm sunshine

For now snowstorms gather
I rest my head under a wing
And I dream of you and all our
young
And our revels of the spring

Our young ones grew through
summer
Strong as you showed them our ways
Running through the marshy grass
Paddling in the bay

But snow is on November fields
And still you do not come
I fear the worst but still I wait
For this family can be my only one

Where is it you’ve gone my dear
The only love of mine
You know we must spread our wings
And leave for warm sunshine

For now snowstorms gather
I rest my head under a wing
And I dream of you and all our young
And our revels of the spring

Now finally in December
As the water starts to freeze
I can wait no longer love
And open wings to leave

Still I seek ‘cross empty fields
And streams I fly above
But the empty sky it draws me
And I must leave my love
The empty sky it draws me
And I must leave my love

Joy Alright

Written By: Tim Harrison

It's hard when you stumble
It's hard when you fall
It's hard to pick yourself back up again
It's hard to care at all

Old men laying in the alleys
Women sunk in doorways deeper than the blues
They push their carts past a love they do not know
Still they wake up in the morning trying to find something new

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And there's tears alright
There's pain alright
There's fears alright
but you can find joy alright

You get hurt alright
You get worn alright
You get torn alright
But you can find joy alright

Some folks they try to fool you
Make you think that you've done wrong
They take your world and they turn it upside-down
They try to make you sing their song

But when you stand out on your own highway
Shake the dust off of your shoes
Brush your coat, turn your face into the wind
Cause we're all just passing through

And there's tears alright
There's pain alright
There's fears alright
but you can find joy alright

You get hurt alright
You get worn alright
You get torn alright
But you can find joy alright

It's hard when you stumble
It's hard when you fall
It's hard to pick yourself back up again
It's hard to care at all

Discography

Available Discography:

1997 - Bridges
1999 - Tim Harrison
2001 - Sara And The Sea
2002 - Wheatfield With Crows
2005 - Grey County

Set List

2 sets of original material primarily (sometimes 1 long set if requested by presenter)

Length varies from 45-60 minutes per set

Covers include songs by Stan Rogers, Phil Ochs, Billy Edd Wheeler, Richard Farina