Songs
Kris Drever is an award-winning songwriter and self taught master guitarist.
The folk tradition is built upon the sharing of music, songs and stories.
It is important to Kris that this is continued, and so here you’ll find the lyrics (and in some cases a “How To Play” video) for Kris’s songs.
In the dropdown menu, you can filter songs by album and/or band (e.g. Kris Drever/Lau).
Those with an asterisk * include a “How To Play” video.
Image Credit: Genevieve Stevenson
Saint Monday
Angels regarding discarded pinions,
They can’t be rebought for trinkets and rings,
Ageless eyes glance out at ancient dominion,
Trapped in silent and gaugeless old strings.
Whose are these trees? and why is this mountain
fenced from broken old mill into town?
Whose is this warehouse forlorn and enormous?
All the machinery’s all broken down.
Sandpaper, rust, oil in the lines,
Waiting to fire us back to the good times,
Playing out tunes on a broken guitar,
Trying to bring down the fire from the stars.
Ghosts *
They say we’re not like them,
A generation ago,
We came on the same ships we were hidden below.
We came seeking protection,
Away from the strife,
Away from the struggles and the hardships of life
I’m not an incomer,
My parents were ghosts,
Sir I was born here so where would I go?
There’s ghosts on the motorway,
The world is on fire,
There’s ghosts on the sandflats as the water gets higher and higher.
There’s ghosts in the brothels,
Behind thick stony walls,
There’s ghosts and their children in prison food halls.