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.
Janey's gone now and she won't be back no more. It was only yesterday I went knocking on her door. Now she's gone away, we won't see her no more. . Little Janey's gone now, Janey's gone now.