When You and I Were Young, Maggie


E. NASON & CO. SONG PUBLISHERS. 120 Fulton Street, New York

When you and I were Young, Maggie.

I wandered, to-day, to the hill, Maggie,
To watch the scenes below:
The creek and the creaking old mill, Maggie,
As we used to, long ago.
The green grove has gone from the hill, Maggie,
Where first the daisies sprung:
The creaking old mill is still, Maggie,
Since 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.—

They say I am feeble with age, Maggie,
My steps are less sprightly than then:
My face is a well written page, Maggie,
But time alone was the pen!
They say we are aged and gray, Maggie,
As sprays by the white breakers flung:
But to me you’re as fair as were, Maggie,
When you and I were young.—

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