I wandered by a bookside   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 to hearts   Was the only sound I heard   The beating of our own two hearts   Was the only sound I heard