| Lyrics: | George W. Johnson and James Austin Butterfield)
Verse 1
I wander'd today to the
hill, Maggie,
To watch the scene below;
The creek and the old rusty mill,
Maggie,
Where we sat in the long, long ago.
The green grove is gone from the hill,
Maggie,
Where first the daisies sprung;
The creaking old mill is still,
Maggie,
Since you and I were young.
Chorus:
And now we are aged and gray,
Maggie,
And the trials of life nearly done;
But to me you're as fair as you
were, Maggie,
When you and I were young.
Verse 2
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.
Verse 3
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
spray by the white breakers flung;
But to me you're as fair as you were, Maggie
When you
and I were young.
Published 1866, now in public domain
Source verse 3:
The
Fireside Book of Favorite American Songs, p.183.
"The song is a true story of Maggie Clark, who
lived
in Canada and was courted by her schoolteacher,
George W. Johnson." (there is
more,ref.-HH14 |
