I wandered today to the hill, Maggie, to watch the scene below
The creek and the rusty old mill, Maggie, where we sat in long, long ago
The green grove is gone from the hill, Maggie, where first the daisies sprung
The creaking old mill now is still, Maggie, since you and I were young
A city so silent and alone, Maggie, where the young and the gay and the best
In polished white mansions of stone, Maggie, have each found eternal 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
They say I'm feeble with age, Maggie, my steps less brightly than then
My face is a well-written page, Maggie, but time alone was the pen
They say we're aged and gray, Maggie, as (ocean waves) spray by the white breakers flung
But to me you're as fair as you were, Maggie, when you and I were young
And to me you're as fair as you were, Maggie, when you and I were young