Ruthie in your petal overcoat Ruthie let down your wistful hair and float Across the drawbridge to my mind Come waft into my crimson moat I'd rather you did that Than let the older men stand and gloat Although I'm so much younger in my eyes My thoughts are so much older than the Lies my face seems to tell Ruthie you must let me turn you on Ruthie, quick before your change has gone I see a world of lemon smiles On people crossing gates and stiles To clamber into fields of love And dance with gra** and scattered dove O come and share a moment with me Ruth While material older eyes look down aloof For we've found Elysium... Ruthie you must let you turn you on Ruthie before your chance has gone...