I wandered today to the hill, Maggie To watch the scene below The creek and the old rusty mill, Maggie Where we sat in the long long ago The green grove is gone from the hill, Maggie Where first the daisies had sprung The old rusty mill is now still, Maggie Since you and I were young 
A city so silent and lone, Maggie Where the young and the gay and the best In polished white mansions of stone, Maggie Have each found a place of rest Is built where the birds used to play, Maggie And join in the songs that were sung For we sang just as gay as did they, Maggie When 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 page, Maggie But time, time alone, was the pen They say we are aged and grey, 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 
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