The Boatman calls from the lake

A lone loon dives upon the water

I put my hand over hers

Down in the lime tree arbour



The wind in the trees is whispering

Whispering low thar I love her

She puts her hand over mine

Down in the lime tree arbour



Through every step that I take

And every place I go

There is a hand that protects me

And I do love her so



There will always be suffering

It flows through life like water

I put my hand over hers

Down the lime tree arbour



The Boatman he is gone

The loons have flown for cover

She puts her hand over mine

Down the lime tree arbour



Through every word that I speak

And everything I know

There is a hand that protects me

And I do love her so