I Wandered By A Brookside — Eva Cassidy

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