When You And I Were Young Maggie

Song: James Austin Butterfield, George Washington Johnson.

I wandered today 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 sprung,
The old rusty mill is 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 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 alone was the pen.

They say we are aged and gray, 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.

And now we are aged and gray, Maggie,
The trials of life nearly done.

Let us sing of the days that are gone, Maggie,
When you and I were young.