I Wandered By A Brookside

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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