I Wandered by a Brookside

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 heardThe beating of my own heart

Was the only sound I heardThen 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 heardThe beating of our own two hearts

Was the only sound I heardThen silent tears fast flowing

When someone stood beside

A hand upon my shoulder

I knew the touch was God