Liz Ryder

Liz Ryder

 Sacramento, California, USA
SoloFolkSinger/Songwriter

Liz Ryder writes well crafted songs which stand the test of time. With a spirit rooted in tradition & a passion for contemporary newgrass, she creates new energy which evokes familiar feelings.

Biography

Liz Ryder is a singer-songwriter and folk singer originally from the UK. She has appeared on main stages at festivals and venues for over ten years, such as the San Francisco Folk Festival, Sacramento Worldfest in CA, and Sidmouth, Broadstairs, Warwick and Towersey in the UK to name a few. She has opened for greats such as Richard Thompson, Eric Taylor, and Jez Lowe, has released four studio albums, and played live for BBC and California radio.


 

Lyrics

Canaan's Land

Written By: Liz Ryder

The briar grows so tall
Now you're far away and the garden mourns
The thorns protect your form
From the wind and the rain and the ruby dawn
But when the sun goes down and the Yew tree bends and sways and breaks
Will your soul awake with a fire in your belly and a piercing ache

Did you know your heart when you took that pen and you signed your name
And now you will depart never knowing if you'll be back again
And now you've fixed your fate
You're bound to the fate of your pack and gun
Purgatory waits for you untamed soul in a setting sun

And no, the bells won't ring
For the common man in Canaan's Land
Your history's long gone
Like a beating heart held out in your own hands

Life will this impart when the circle makes it all around
You never know your part till your body is buried under ground
And now you've fixed your fate
You're bound to the weight of your unborn son
Willed in hope and grace still you're traveling on with your song unsung

And no, the choirs don't sing
For the common man in Canaan's Land
Your history's long gone
Like a beating heart held out in your own hands

Shropshire Lass

Written By: Liz Ryder

Some people they go to India to find their inner peace
And others they go to Thailand and places so far from this land
But where I loved the most were the fields I grew up in
Far out between the border hills and the valleys
Where history is so old yet from father to son the same stories are told
Whilst walking the winding path across the Long Mynd

And some people turn to religion, and some people go it alone
And others they have each other to call their home
But where I find my soul is in the blades of grass
Which grow from the richest soil in the land
Where castles center towns that keep the same old market square
Where the people still congregate on occasions

And now I climb bigger mountains and the valleys are so wide
And the rivers are laved with cabins of the Gold Rush kind
And cliffs overhang lakes that are deep as they are wide
And the hawk circles round and around every morning

Where I loved the most were the fields I grew up in
Far out between the border hills and the valleys
Where people and places and names are all intertwined
And sound like they come from the same page f the story

Butterflies and Thieves

Written By: Liz Ryder

I once knew a boy with the face of a May morning
So bold and sweet and charming at the first, at the first
He took my hand and guided me through forests bathed in starry dew
And there we'd meet the morning with the lark
There we'd meet the morning with the lark

He professed to me that I was his one true love
Such mesmerizing sweetness was his gaze, was his gaze
He took my hand and walked with me through meadows of the deepest hue
And there we'd meet the devil in the dark

Butterflies and thieves are but one in the same
They'll blind you with their beauty and then steal from you again
And then they'll fly to freedom leave you sorry and alone
Touched by the devil and no-one to call your own

And when the moon shone brightest against a velvet sky
It cast a terrible image on this place, on this place
For when the shadows formed they revealed to me the truth
This charming boy had pointed horns to mark

Butterflies and thieves are but one in the same
They'll blind you with their beauty and then steal from you again
And then they'll fly to freedom leave you sorry and alone
Touched by the devil and no-one to call your own

Never fall in love with the devil's son
He'll bind you and unwind you until your heart is stone
He'll leave you cold and ruined and unable to love
Until you meet him on your dying day

Butterflies and thieves are but one in the same
They'll blind you with their beauty and then steal from you again
And then they'll fly to freedom leave you sorry and alone
Touched by the devil and no-one to call your own

Discography

Butterflies and Thieves - Winter 2015
Second Sun EP - 2012
Ghost Letters from the Sea - 2010
Chrysalis EP - 2007
Skyline EP - 2006
Neon Highway - 2002
Sacramento Orange - 2000