As I Wandered by the Brookside 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. 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. 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.