When You and I Were Young, Maggie

The classic song from the 1860s performed by Mark McNeil in a video presentation. See The Hamilton Spectator “Flashbacks” column at https://bit.ly/39nW0Xo to learn more about the sad story behind the song. When You and I Were Young, Maggie I wandered today to the hills, Maggie To watch the scene below The creek and the rusty old mill, Maggie Where we used to go 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 mansion of stone, Maggie Have each found a place of rest Is built where the birds used to play, Maggie And join 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 grey, 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 grey, Maggie The trials of life nearly done Let us sing of the days that are gone, Maggie When you and I were young. Lyric by George Washington Johnson