When You And I Were Young Maggie

I wandered today to the hill, Maggie, to watch the scene below

The creek and the rusty old mill, Maggie, where we sat in long, long ago

The green grove is gone from the hill, Maggie, where first the daisies sprung

The creaking old mill now is still, Maggie, since you and I were young

A city so silent and alone, Maggie, where the young and the gay and the best

In polished white mansions of stone, Maggie, have each found eternal rest

Is built where the birds used to play, Maggie, and join in the songs that were sung

For we sang as gay as they, Maggie, when you and I were young

They say I'm feeble with age, Maggie, my steps less brightly than then

My face is a well-written page, Maggie, but time alone was the pin