When You And I Were Young, Maggie

I wandered today to the hill, Maggie

To watch the scene below

The creek and the rusty old mill, Maggie

When you and i were young long ago.

The green grove is gone from the hill, Maggie

Where first the daisies sprung

The old rusty mill has decayed, Maggie

Since you and I were young.

They say we are aged and grey, Maggie

signs of life nearly gone

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

When you and I were young.

And now we are aged and grey, Maggie

The trials of life nearly done

Let us sing of the days that are gone, Maggie

When you and I were young.