I wander today to the hills, Maggie
To watch, the scene below
The creek and the creaking old mill
Maggie
As we used to long, long ago
The green grove is gone from the hills
Maggie
Where first, the daisies sprung
The 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 outlived our time
Maggie
As dated as songs, that we've sung
But to me, you're as fair, as you were
Maggie
When you and I were young
They say we have outlived our time
Maggie
As dated as songs, that we've sung
But to me, you're as fair, as you were
Maggie
When you and I were young
When you and I were young
