I Wandered By a Brookside

　　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