False hand in false hand. Down Lovers' Lane we walked we two. Love sold for fool's gold. Down Lovers' Lane we walked we two. On your back I'll climb. Or you climb on mine. Deception is the rule. Down Lovers' Lane. Fine friend fine friend. I held such dreams in my caress. Fine airs fine airs. The best of manners and address. On your back I'll climb. Or you climb on mine. Deception is the rule. Down Lovers' Lane. Richard Thompson Lyrics