In the spring of 1949
That's when I crossed the county line
It's there I saw in Seneca Creek
A girl named Ruth who washed a fiend
I told her my name was R.C. Ferris
That I'd marry her with half her care
She said I do
But no stone
Can reach
The prettiest shine
Of this here creek
The mud was deep
And the roads were wide
We'd retreat
And then retake the lines
Korean winters
Had torn me down
And killed all
The boys
From the city

Of my hometown
But I'm coming home
Ruth my dear
I got money in my pocket
Don't you fear
We'll build a life
By Seneca Creek
You'll have everything
You'll ever need
Let's build a home
By Seneca Creek
And raise ourselves a family
I'll work on the farm
You'll work the store
We'll have everything
We'd ever hoped for
With the top of the mountain
Above our heads
And the roar of Seneca
By the bed
We'll build a home
From a hundred miles




A song


Seneca Creek
Timest acompaing
Timest comprehending
There will be
Three
Changes
Three
Times
Three times
Two

And sure enough, hard times came
You loved yours, I did the same
We made it through the winter's cold
And many summers young and old
At 85, the creek did rise
But it only took the other side
The Gandy North Fork and South Branch too
The house still stood that I built for you
At 94, when you got sick
We'd make up trips for the hell of it
Take my hand, Ruth, my dear
I'll take you back to any year
And now you lie on the hill up high
Right beneath the mountain
sky
Seneca Creek sings below
Atop the tree sits a lonely clone
We built a home by Seneca Creek
And raised ourselves a family
I worked on the farm
You worked the store
We had everything we'd ever hoped for
We're at the top of a mountain above our heads
And the roar of Seneca by the bay
Seneca Creek
Seneca Creek by the bay