today to the hills, Maggie,
The creek and the creaking old mills,
As we used to long, long ago
The green growth has gone from the hills,
Where first the daisies sprang
The creaking old mill is still, Maggie
Since you and I were young
Oh, say that I'm feeble of age, Maggie
My steps are much slower than then
My face is a well -written page,
and time all alone was the pen.
They say we have outlived our time
Maggie, as dated as songs
But to me, you're as fair as you were,
when you and I were young.
They say we have outlived our time, Maggie
As dated as songs that we've sung
But to me, you're as fair as you were,
When you and I were young
When you and I were young