I wandered by a brookside, I wandered by a mill I could not hear the water, the murmuring was still Nor the sound of any grasshopper or the song of any bird But the beating of my own heart was the only sound I heard
I lay beneath the elm tree to watch his 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
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 But the beating of our own two hearts was the only sound I heard