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 is gone from the hill, Maggie
Where first the Daisies sprung
The creaking old mill is still, Maggie
Since you and I were young ...
They say that I'm feeble with age, Maggie
My steps much slower than then
My face is a well written page, Maggie
And time all alone was the pen
And now we are aged and grey, Maggie
And the trails of life nearly done
Let us sing of the days that are gone, Maggie
Since you and I were young ...
And now we are aged and grey, Maggie
And the trails of life nearly done
Let us sing of the days that are gone, Maggie
When you and I were young
Let us sing of the days that are gone, Maggie
When you and I were young
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