I wander today to the hill, Maggie,
to watch the scene below
The creek and the creaking old mill,
Maggie, as we did in days long ago
Now the green grove is gone
from the hill, Maggie,
Where first the daisies sprung,
And the creaking old mill it is still,
Maggie,
Since you and I were young.
Now they say that I'm
feeble with age,
Maggie,
My steps are less brightly than then,
And my face is a well -written page,
Maggie,
But time alone was the pen.
Aye, they say we are aged and grey,
Maggie,
Just stray by the white breakers' flung,
But to me you're as fair as you were, Maggie,
When you and I were young.
I know we are aged and gray,
Maggie,
and the trials of life are nearly done,
but I'll sing
In all the days that are gone, Maggie,
when you an d I were young.