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