I wandered today to the hills Maggie To watch the scene below The creek and the creaking old mill Maggie Where we used to long long ago
The green growth is gone from the hills Maggie Where first the daisise spring 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 along was the pen
Oh 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
Oh 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
