When You And I Were Young, Maggie
James Austin Butterfield | George Washington JohnsonI wander’d today to the hill, Maggie
To watch the scene below
The creek and the creaking old rusty 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 now still, Maggie
Since you and I were young
And now we are aged and gray, Maggie
And the trials of life nearly done
Let us sing of the days that are gone, Maggie
When 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 as gay as they, Maggie
When you and I were young
And now we are aged and gray, Maggie
And the trials of life nearly done
Let us sing of the days that are gone, Maggie
When you and I were young
They say that I’m feeble with age, Maggie
My steps are less spritely 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 sprays 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
And the trials of life nearly done
Let us sing of the days that are gone, Maggie
When you and I were young
When you and I were young