I wander today to the hill Maggie to watch the scene below

The creek and the creeking 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 creeking 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 they hear our song that we sung

But to me you're as fair as you were Maggie when you and I were young

When you and I were young