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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
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