Monday, March 10, 2008

When You And I Were Young, Maggie

I wandered today to 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 spring,
The old rusty mill is still, Maggie, since 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, 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 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.

A version found on Love Is a Voyage And others here Maggie