I Wandered By A Brookside
Lyrics by Trad. / Barbara Berry

'An English folk song. Yes they have some good ones.'

I wandered by a brookside, I wandered by a mill
I could not hear the water, the murmuring was still
Nor the sound of any grasshopper
nor the sound of any bird
But the beating of my own heart
was the only sound I heard

I lay beneath the elm tree to watch its long long shade
And as it grew the longer I did not feel afraid
I listened for a footfall, I listened for a word
But the beating of my own heart was the only sound I heard

With silent tears fast flowing
then someone stood behind
A hand upon my shoulder, I knew the touch was kind
She drew me near and nearer,
we neither spoke one word
But the beating of our own two hearts
was the only sound I heard.