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 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 Oh they say I am feeble with age, Maggie And my steps are less sprightly than then My face is a well-written page, Maggie And time all alone was the pen They say we have outlived our time, Maggie And dated as songs that we sung But to me you are fair as you were, Maggie When you and I were young