When You and I Were Young, Maggie

AO Folk Song - APRIL 2025 When You and I Were Young, Maggie I wandered today to the hill, Maggie, To watch the scene below; The creek and the creaking old mill, Maggie, As we used to long ago, The green grove is gone from the hill, Maggie, Where first the daisies sprung; The creaking old 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 were 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 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 sprays by the white breakers flung; But to me you’re as fair as you were, Maggie When you and I were young. CHORUS 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. ----- Thanks for watching! Support us at   / folksandhymns