Composed, arranged and performed by Jim Fidler
Recorded, mixed and mastered, by Jim Fidler, at the Roots Cellar, St. John’s, Newfoundland.
Illustration by Don Hynes
Graphic design and image realization by Lillian Fidler
Artistic concept by Jim Fidler
“Like the tide, she ebbs and flows,
Her beauty, like the moonlight, glows.
And, just as words, on tip of tongue,
She’s almost there and then she’s gone.
She’s here, she’s there, she’s everywhere,
And, though he tries, he can’t but stare.
And if, per chance,
A fleeting glance,
Should be exchanged,
He’d wet his pants.”