i wandered by a brookside

i wandered by a brookside

i wandered by a mill

i could not hear the water

the murmuring it was still

not a sound of any grasshopper

nor the chirp of any bird

but the beating of my own heart

was the only sound i heard

the beating of my own heart

was the only sound i heard

then silent tears fast flowing

when someone stood beside

a hand upon my shoulder

i knew the touch was kind

he drew me near and nearer

we neither spoke one word

but the beating of our own two hearts

was the only sound i heard

the beating of our own two hearts

was the only sound i heard