Ruth

Yesterday
I thought I heard somebody say
Fly away and you’ll be free
Now and then
I think about what might have been
Old times and friends and Ruth
Oh, Ruth
Are the skies a little bluer now?
Are the loves a little truer now?
Than the loves we knew
Oh, Ruth
Only mountains and wind remain
They’re the only things that stay the same
Hmmm, don’t they, Ruth?
Oh, Ruth
Are the skies a little bluer now?
Are the loves a little truer now?
Than the loves we knew
Oh, Ruth
Only mountains and wind remain
They’re the only things that stay the same
Hmmm, don’t they, Ruth?