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