Musicians
- Raffi - guitar, vocals
- Ken Whiteley - acoustic, electric and lap steel guitars, autoharp, mandolin, glockenspiel, banjo, accordion, piano, electric piano, tambourine, vocals
- Chris Whiteley - harmonica, trumpet
- Tom Szczesniak - accordion, table hockey
- Moe Koffman - flute
- Dennis Pendrith - bass guitar
- "Bucky" Berger - drums, sleigh bells
- Patrick Godfrey - piano (Side 1: #6, 7)
- Cathy Ambrose - piano (Side 2: #7)
- Graham Townsend - fiddle
- The Canadian Brass:
- Charles Daellenbach - tuba
- Eugene Watts - trombone
- Graeme Page - French horn
- Fred Mills - trumpet
- Ronald Romm - trumpet, flugelhorn
- Arrangements for the Canadian Brass by Eric Robertson
- Vocalists: Caitlin Hanford, Mose Scarlett, David Wall, Ben Stein
- Firgrove Public School Choir Members (Under the guidance of Cathy Ambrose): Jacen Brathwaite, Chris Brown, Susan Dewkinandan, Denee Dunn, Monica Senior, Linda Prakash
- Also Raffi's friends Lee Richards and Lindsay Roth
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