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 God 

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