(C)I wandered to(C7)day to the (F)hill, Maggie
To (C)watch the scene be(G7)low.
The (C)creek and the (C7)creaking old (F)mill, Maggie
As (C)we used to (G7)long, long (C)ago. (C7)
The (F)green grove is gone from the (C)hill, Maggie
Where (G7)first the (D7)daisies (G7)sprung
The (C)creaking old (C7)mill is (F)still, Maggie
Since (C)you and (G7)I were (C)young.
Chorus:
And (F)now we are aged and (C)grey, Maggie
And (G7)the trails of life (D7)are nearly (G7)done,
Let (C)us sing of the days (C7)that are (F)gone, Maggie
When (C)you and (G7)I were (C)young.
They say that I'm (C7)feeble with (F)age, Maggie
My (C)steps are less sprightly than (G7)then.
My (C)face is a (C7)well written (F)page, Maggie
But (C)time (G7)alone has the (C)pen.
They (F)say we are aged and (C)grey, Maggie
As (G7)sprays by the (D7)white breaker (G7)flung.
But (C)to me you're as (C7)fair as you (F)were, Maggie
When (C)you and (G7)I were (C)young.
(F)When (C)you and (G7)I were (C)young.
Chorus and repeat the last line.
