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

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