I Wandered by a Brookside (Acoustic)

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