I Wandered By a Brookside

I wandered by a brookside, I wandered by a mill
I could not hear the water, the murmuring was still
But the sound of any grasshopper or the song of any bird
For the beating of my own heart was the only sound I heard
The beating of my own heart was the only sound I heard

I lay beneath the elm tree, to watch its long, long shade
And as it grew the longer, I did not feel afraid
I listened for a footfall, I listened for a word
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

With silent tears fast flowing, then someone stood behind
A hand upon my shoulder; I knew the touch was kind
She drew me near and nearer, we neither spoke one word
For 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