I wander today to the hill Maggie to watch the scene below The creek and the creeking old mill Maggie where we sat in long long ago The green grove is gone from the hill Maggie where first the daisies sprung That creeking old mill is still Maggie since you and I were young Oh they say that m feeble with age Maggie my steps are my slower that then My face is a well written page Maggie and time all alone was the pen They say we have our different time Maggie as they hear our song that we sung But to me you're the same as you were Maggie when you and I were young When you and I were young