And the trials of life nearly done,
Let us sing of the days that are gone, Maggie,
When you and I were young.
When You and I Were Young, Maggie
Words &
Music by George W. Johnson & J. A. Butterfield, 1910
Sung by: John McCormacks
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 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.
They say that I'm feeble with
age, Maggie,
My steps are less sprightly than then,
My face is a well-written page, Maggie,
And time alone was the pen.
They say we are agèd and grey, Maggie,
As sprays 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 agèd and grey, Maggie,
And the trials of life nearly done,
Let us sing of the days that are gone, Maggie,
When you and I were young.
Maggie & her husband George
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