Maggie

Oh I wandered today to the hill Maggie

To watch the scene below

The creek and the creaking old mill Maggie

As we used to long long ago

The green grove has gone from the hill Maggie

Where first the daisies sprung

And creaking old mill is still Maggie

Since you and I were young

Oh they say that I'm feeble with age Maggie

My steps are much slower than then

My face is a well written page Maggie

And time all alone was the pen

They say we have out lived our time Maggie

As fated as songs that we've sung

But to me you're as fair as you were Maggie

When you and I were young

But to me you're as fair as you were Maggie

When you and I were young

When you and I were young