Maggie
Johnson/Butterfield
I wandered today to the hill, Maggie
To watch the scene below
The creek and the creaking old mill Maggie
Where we used to , long, long ago
The green grove is gone from the hill, Maggie
Where once the daisies sprung
That creaking old mill is still, Maggie
Since you and I were young
They say we are feeble with age Maggie
Our steps are much slower than then
My face is a well written page < Maggie
And time all alone , was the pen
They say we have outlived our time, Maggie
As dated the song, that we’ve sung
But to me you’re as fair as you were , Maggie
When you and I were young
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