Maggie

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 agoThe 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 youngOh, 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 penThey say we have out-lived 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