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