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