When you and
I were young, maggie
Lyrics by George W.
JohnsonMusic by J.A. Butterfield
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
ago.
The green grove
is gone from the hill, Maggie,
Where first the
daisies sprung.
The creaking old
mill is still, Maggie,
Since you and I
were young.
They say I am feeble
with age, Maggie;
My steps are less
sprightly than then
My face is a well
written age, Maggie,
But time alone was
the pen
They say we are
aged and gray, Maggie;
As spray by the
white breakers flung;
But, to me, you're
as fair as you were, Maggie,
When you and I were
young.
And now we are aged
and gray, Maggie,
The trials of life
nearly done;
But, to me, you're
as fair as you were, Maggie,
When you and I were
young
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