When You and I Were Young, Maggie

I wandered today to the hill, Maggie

To watch the scene below

The creek and the creaking old mill, Maggie

As we used to long ago

The green grove is gone from the hill, Maggie

Where first the daisies sprung

The creaking old mill is now still, Maggie

Since you and I were young

And now we are aged and gray, Maggie

And the trials of life nearly done

Let us sing of the days that are gone, 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

And now we are aged and gray, Maggie

And the trials of life nearly done

Let us sing of the days that are gone, Maggie

When you and I were young

They say that I'm 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 you were, Maggie

When you and I were young

And now we are aged and gray, Maggie

And the trials of life nearly done

Let us sing of the days that are gone, Maggie

When you and I were young

When you and I were young

• Artist:Tom Roush
• Album:Silver Threads Among the Gold