When You And I Were Young, Maggie

[George W. Johnson & James Austin Buttefield]

I wandered today to the hill, Maggie,
To watch the scene below
The creek and the old rusty mill, Maggie
Where we sat in the 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

    And now we are aged and gray, Maggie
    And the trials of life nearly done
    But to me you are as fair as you were, Maggie
    When you and I were young

A city so silent and lone, Maggie
Where the young and the gay and the best
In polished white mansions of stone, Maggie
Have each found a place of 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