Anton, here are the lyrics as given on the Fisher album:

I wandered by a brookside/I wandered by a mill/I could not hear the water/The murmuring was still/Not the sound of any grasshopper/Or the sound of any bird/For 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/For the beating of our own two hearts/Was the only sound I heard.