As I wandered by the brookside
I wandered by the mill,
I could now hear the brook flow
For the noisy mill was still;
No sound of grasshopper could I hear
Nor the sound of any bird,
For the beating of my own heart
Was all the sound I heard.
For the beating of my own heart
Was all the sound I heard.
All the sound I heard.
He came not, no, he came not,
The moon shone out alone.
The twinkling stars now one by one
Shone round her golden foam;
I waited for one footstep,
I waited for one word,
But the beating of my own heart
Was all the sound I heard.
But the beating of my own heart
Was all the sound I heard.
All the sound I heard.
Oh as I sat there musing
A touch came from behind,
A hand was on my shoulder laid,
I knew the touch was kind;
It drew me more nearer,
I could not speak one word.
For the beating of our own two hearts
Was all the sound I heard.
For the beating of our own two hearts
Was all the sound I heard.
For the beating of our own two hearts
Was all the sound I heard.
(Midi sequence by Barry Taylor - www.contemplator.com)
As I Wandered By The Brookside.
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