Lime-Tree Arbour. 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 that I love her. She puts her hand over mine. Down in the lime-tree arbour. Through every breath that I breathe. And every place I go. There's 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 in the lime-tree arbour. The Boatman he has gone. And the loons have flown for cover. She puts her hand over mine. Down in the lime-tree arbour. Through every word that I speak. And everything I know. There's a hand that protects me. And I do love her so