I wandered today to the hill, Maggie
To watch the scene below
The creek and the rusty old mill, Maggie
When you and i were young long ago.
The green grove is gone from the hill, Maggie
Where first the daisies sprung
The old rusty mill has decayed, Maggie
Since you and I were young.

They say we are aged and grey, Maggie
signs of life nearly gone
But to me you're as fair as you were, Maggie
When you and I were young.

And now we are aged and grey, Maggie
The trials of life nearly done
Let us sing of the days that are gone, Maggie
When you and I were young.