Ruthie in your petal overcoat
Ruthie let down your wistful hair and float
Across the drawbridge to my mind
Come waft across my crimson moat
I'd rather you did that
Then let the elder 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 chance has gone
I see a world of lemon smiles
Of people crossing gates and stiles
To clamber into fields of love
Dance with grass and scattered dove
Oh come and share a moment with me Ruth
While material older eyes look down aloof
For we've found Elysium ... Elysium
Ruthie you must let me turn you on
Ruthie ... Before your chance has gone
