I wandered today through the hills, Maggie
To watch the scene below
The creek & the creaking old mill, Maggie
As they were long long ago
The green grove is gone, from the hill, Maggie
Where once, the daisy's sprung
The creaking old mill is still, Maggie
Since you & I were young
They say I am 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 save we have out lived our time, Maggie
As faded as songs that we sung
But to me you're as fair as you were, Maggie
When you and I were young...