In the spring of 1949That's when I crossed the county lineIt's there I saw in Seneca CreekA girl named Ruth who washed her feetI told her my name was R.C. FerrisThat I'd marry her with half a carrotShe said I do but no stone can reachThe prettiest shine of this here creekThe mud was deep and the roads were wideWe'd retreat and then retake the linesKorean winters had torn me downAnd killed all the boys from my hometownBut I'm coming home, Ruth, my dearI'm coming home, Ruth, my dearI got money in my pocket, don't you fearWe'll build a life by Seneca CreekYou'll have everything you'll ever needLet's build a home by Seneca CreekAnd raise ourselves a familyI'll work on the farm, you'll work the storeWe'll have everything we'd ever hoped forWith the top of a mountain above our headsAnd the roar of Seneca by the bellSeneca CreekAnd sure enough the hard times cameYou loved yours, I did the sameBut we made it through the winter's coldAnd many summers young and oldIn 85 the creek did riseBut it only took the other sideThe Gandy, Norfolk and South Branch tooThe house still stood stillThat I built for youIn 94 when you got sickWe'd make up trips for the hell of itTaking my hand, Ruth, my dearWe'd make up trips for the hell of itI'll take you back to any yearAnd now you lie on the hill up highRight beneath the mountain skySeneca Creek sings belowAtop the trees it's a lonely groveWe built a home by Seneca CreekAnd raised ourselves a familyI worked on the farm, you worked the storeWe had everything we'd ever hoped forWith the top of a mountain above our headsAnd the roar of Seneca by the bellAnd the roar of Seneca by the bellSeneca Creek