A plain-spoken folk song in the voice of Ruth, the folk witness — the SEASONED TAKE, the definitive version. Acoustic guitar, harmonica, a simple steady strum, one voice. The word as witness — the truth does not need a bend, it needs to be written down. The story: the captain's father, four seasons, forestry then teaching, guitars in the off-season, the slowest lander on the deck. We are all watching and waiting. The last line is the thesis: too bad for me, but for him he's free. Standing in it, truer every night.