(Nick Cave) The boatman calls from the lake A lone loon dives upon the water I put my hand over her 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 is 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 every thing I know There is hand that protects me
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