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