Am
1. The boatman calls from the lake
F G
A lone loon dives upon the water
Am
I put my hand over hers
F G C
Down in the lime-tree arbour
2. 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
G
R: Through every breath that I breathe
Am F
And every place I go
Fm C Am
There is a hand that protects me
F G C
And I do love her so
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