1. Heartland into my heart
2. Rose rocks
3. Roll on brother
4. Trail of tears
5. When you’re walking away
6. For the kids
7. North wind
8. Close the door
9. The Great Unknown
10. That night
11. Boy in the middle
12. Holding on to tomorrow
13. The Glamorgan Road

I have ancestry all over the British Isles, most of them, I presume, of the poor thrown-off-the-land type who took to the sea out of desperation and came to the new land to become dirt farmers, cannon fodder, or Indian lovers.

Pictured at right is my mother with her maternal grandmother, who,as the singer in the original Salvation Army band, was known as “the nightingale of Wales.” Too bad I didn't get that part of the genetic payload.

While true in essence, this story is totally made up in its particulars. I set out to write a historic epic in the manner of Al Stewart, one of my songwriting heroes, although the ending is more reminiscent of “I Want You / She's So Heavy” or maybe “In the Court of the Crimson King.” Thanks again to Eric Waters for the great guitar work.

The Glamorgan Road

Step by step, down to the sea

Cobblestone by cobblestone

Come the morn, away I'll be

Fare thee well, my love, my own

I hold no papers, patent or deed

No claim to property

I own no coin, no stock or seed

Don't want to die in the factory

(chorus)

I'll cast my life on the Glamorgan Road

Like ten thousand souls before

And my steps and the mud

And the tears and the blood

Will someday wash upon the shore

Squeezed off the land like sweat from a brow

Memories of the ancients sold

Moor and wood bow to the plow

Their spirits for a bag of gold

I pray I live to touch the sand

To lay my head ‘neath foreign stars

To tend a herd or till the land

To fight in someone else's wars

Like a river, the Glamorgan Road

Heeds the call of gravity

Only the sea can lighten its load

I love this land

She don't love me