Maggie (New Version)

I wandered 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 has 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 the song that we sung

But to me you're as fair as we were, Maggie, when you and I were young.)

(They say we have outlived our time, Maggie, as dated as the song that we sung

But to me you're as fair as we were, Maggie, when you and I were young.)

When you and I were young