I wandered today to the hills Maggie

To watch the scene below

The creek and the creaking old mill Maggie

Where we used to long long ago



The green growth is gone from the hills Maggie

Where first the daisise spring

The creaking old mill is still Maggie

Since you and I were young



Oh they say that I'm feeble with age Maggie

My steps are much slower than then

My face is a well written page Maggie

And time all along was the pen



Oh they say we have outlived our time Maggie

As dated as songs that we've sung

But to me, you're as fair as you were Maggie

When you and I were young



Oh they say we have outlived our time Maggie

As dated as songs that we've sung

But to me, you're as fair as you were Maggie

When you and I were young

When you and I were young