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
When We Roll In the Morning
Last year was like a death in the family
it hurt like hell at the time
And though she’s still alive we don’t talk anymore
I don’t think we will anytime
When we rolled in the evening
I thought it was as good as it would get
And now i’m with a girl who’s beautiful and wise
I’m not so inclined to regret
When we roll in the morning
I think I will never forget
Somehow a new idea is dawning on me
and i don’t know the half of it yet
This time I’ve fallen in love for the third time
this time I hope that it lasts
Some say there’s truth and if you blink then you’ll miss it
some things just happen that fast
When we roll in the morning
She sounds like the wind in the eaves
When she breathes in to me, she scatters my thinking
As a gale to a pile of dry leaves
When we roll in the morning
I think I will never forget
Somehow a new idea is dawning on me
and i don’t know the half of it yet
When we roll in the morning
I think I will never forget
Somehow a new idea is dawning on me
and i don’t know the half of it yet
Dark Secret
If I have a dark secret,
Then I don’t know what it is,
If I had a hard childhood,
Then I can’t remember it,
Born on the Isle of horses,
Where there’s nothing else to do,
Some say it’s god’s own country,
It wasn’t that for me or you
Oh, I didn’t go to school you know,
Oh, it’s a wonder that I’m here at all.
When we get to the bottom of the bottle,
I am reminded of my childhood bed
And when I see you through the bottom of the bottle,
I know that we won’t leave despite the things we said.
We all drink like fishes,
And we act out how we feel,
Punching holes in plaster,
Getting naked to feel real,
Here comes the latest comedown
And it tastes just like the last,
This town’s as good as your town
And any others you might have passed.
Oh, I’m like a river bed formed long ago,
Tangled and slow, all twisted up in lazy bows.
Mark The Hard Earth *
When the sun shines down
From it’s heavenly throne
All the people lying in on the ground
like lizards on a stone
If salt brings sunny weather it’s only once a year
the cold and wind they break them
winter brings their tears
God put me here in this field full of snow
dark sky above me and the heard earth below
it always feels cold
it’s always the same