Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds - Lime-tree arbour

The^Am boatman calls from the lake A l^Fone loon dives ^Gupon the water I p^Amut my hand over hers Dow^Fn in the lime-t^Gree arbou^Cr

The^Am wind in the trees is whispering Whi^Fspering low that I ^Glove her She^Am puts her hand over mine Dow^Fn in the lime-tree ^Garbour ^C

Th^Grough every breath that I breathe An^Amd every place I go ^F Th^Fmere is a hand t^Chat protec^Amts me An^Fd I do love^G her so ^C