oh Ruthie with the summer heat dying down there’s no rules in this town with the brush alongside the road we got nowhere to go and as the warm fronts scatter we tend to daily matters and the first frost lets us know what we will have to undergo oh Ruthie I see you working hard at home and on your family’s farm oh and I can work hard too Ruthie let me work for you
oh Ruthie both of us know how it’s been a hard year and how the future is still not clear how trouble always hovers near and how we have to persevere so let us backfill what’s been defiled and let the wilderness be wild yeah let all four seasons have their say as the last six months decay oh Ruthie I’ve been troubled in mind I’ve been serving time for some mysterious unknown crime oh Ruthie let us leave these troubles behind
oh Ruthie none of this comes as much of a surprise still the tears well up in your eyes but all the madness the world employs will not be strong enough to destroy all of the sweetness we have gained with your garden plots and rain with your apple trees and all we can harvest through the fall oh Ruthie oh won’t you take this ring come let us marry by next spring I know the weather won’t make up its mind oh but Ruthie I have made up mine.