Mary Ruth is mine. Lovely as I love her. She would never hide Herself with another. And I lost myself in the drying winter cold. Don't know a thing about life but I am in love with your soul. Mary Ruth my light, Kicking as I stole her. There behind the shed I made her body older. There had been a storm Rolling from the mountain. Now that her back was worn Everything came down. She said I lost myself in the drying winter cold. Don't know a thing about life but I'm in love with your soul. Oh my darling wait Wait for me to throw out All my sails or brakes Till the summer she said.