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