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
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
But the beating of our own two hearts was the only sound I heard
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