Jayber Crow - Waiting For Ruth To Come Home текст песни

Old Warren in the basement working on an antique lamp
His hands move to his chest to hold the heart attack.
He makes his way upstairs to reach the telephone
But he does not call anyone; no, he's waiting for Ruth to come home.

Outside, the leaves are turning to meet their deathbed on a breeze
They wait in brilliant colors; Warren settles to his knees.
The blood fills up his face as he sits there alone
Rememb'ring quietly, and waiting for Ruth to come home.

Don't wake the babe who sleeps next door,
Don't disturb neighbors with the siren's roar,
The eve is quiet, I will be fine,
No need to fight this pain's delight,
Reminds me of the life I've lived
And to me so much has been giv'n,
Thanks be to God; I've just one plea—
If I
Should die,
Let me in peace.