American Old Time Song Lyrics: 02 I Wandered By The Brookside

Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 2

I Wandered by the Brookside

I wandered by the brookside,
I wandered by the mill;
I could not hear the brook flow-
The noisy wheel was still;
There was no burr of grasshopper.
No chirp of any bird;
But the beating of my own heart
Was all the sound I heard.

I sat beneath the elm tree,
I watched the long, long shade,
And as it grew still longer,
I did not feel afraid;
For I listened for a footfall,
I listened for a word,
But the beating of my own heart
Was all the sound I heard.

He came not, ah, no! he came not;
The night came on alone;
The little stars sat one by one,
Each on his golden throne;
The evening air passed by my cheek,
The leaves above me stirred;
But the beating of my own heart
Was all the sound I heard.
Fast silent tears were flowing.
When something stood behind;
A hand was on my shoulder,
I knew its touch was kind;
It drew me nearer, nearer;
We did not speak one word.
For the beating of my own heart
Was all the sound I heard.