I Wandered by a Brookside

I wandered by a Brookside, I wandered by a mill

I couldn't hear the water, the murmuring, it was still

Nor the sound of any grasshopper, nor the chirp of any bird

But the beating of my own heart was the only sound I heard

I sat beneath the elm tree and watched his long, long shade

As it grew so longer, I didn't feel afraid

I listened for a footfall, I listened for one 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

Silent tears fast flowing, when someone stood behind

A hand upon my shoulder, I knew the touch was kind

She drew me nearer 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

The beating of our own two hearts, was the only sound I heard

The only sound I heard

The only sound I heard

The only sound I heard

The only sound I heard