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