There was a yellow house                                                                                    
For forty-thousand
Just a yellow house
With a nice big attic

My desire hit
I could see myself on the porch
Could hear him walking
Through corridors
But it sold in forty-eight hours
Another prayer yet to be answered

Ooh ooh ooh

I am finding freedom
Realizing there’s always somewhere
And with this life comes nothing to keep
Another thought or rabbit to chase
I don’t want to break
The silence

In the yellow house
For forty-thousand
Just a yellow house
Is that what I’m after

My desire hit
I could see myself on the porch
Could hear him walking through corridors
But it sold in forty-eight hours
Another Prayer yet to be answered

Ooh ooh ooh 
Ooh ooh ooh

Yellow House

From The Mountains

Black Is The Color

Red Rocking Chair

Copper Kettle

500 Miles

One I Love

Wild Mountain Thyme

The sound and presence of Kali Seastrand can be described as enchanting. Since 2019, she has been intriguing audiences with her use of the mountain dulcimer and her mesmerizing revitalization of folk music. The healing sound of the droning dulcimer with whistling highs and bellowing lows in the vocals, allow her act to feel vibrant and intimate. This intimate vulnerability is a theme in her songwriting as well, sharing themes of her life with poetic transparency. Molded by the mountains of the Sullivan Catskills, her music represents resilience and resourcefulness.