A plain-spoken protest folk song in the voice of Ruth, the folk witness. The song: "For Him He's Free." The word as witness — no bending the note, the truth doesn't need a bend, it needs to be written down. Acoustic guitar, harmonica, a simple steady strum, one voice. 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" — that's a witness's line. The last line is the thesis: too bad for me, but for him he's free.