Lovely, lovely dame of mine.  Solace, oh I’ve been in fear for all these years in second gear, for all these years until— you lent me your hand, gave me a place where I do belong.  Lend me your hand, give me a place where I do belong, I can only hope …

… lovely, lovely dame of mine, of grace; of skies.  Don’t you fear me, I am here to dry your tears and hold you near … so I lend you my hand, give you a place where you do belong.  I lend you a hand, give you a place where you do belong, I can only hope …