I wandered b y a b rookside
I wandered b y a m ill
I could not h ear the w ater
T he murmuring i t was s till
N ot a sound of a ny grassh opper
N or the chirp of a ny b ird
B ut the beating o f my o wn h eart
Was the o nly s ound I h eard
The b eating o f my o wn h eart
Was the o nly s ound I h eard
T hen silent t ears f ast flowing
W hen someone s tood b eside
A hand up on my s houlder
I knew the t ouch was k ind
H e drew me n ear and n earer
W e neither s poke one w ord
B ut the beating o f our o wn two h earts
Was the o nly s ound I h eard
T he beating o f our o wn two h earts
Was the o nly s ound I h eard