Maggie

I wandered today to the hills, Maggie,
To watch the scene below;
The creek and the creaking old mill, Maggie,
Where we used to long long ago.

The green growth is gone from the hills, Maggie,
Where first the daisies spring,
The creaking old mill is still, Maggie,
Since you and I were young.

Oh they say that I'm feeble with age, Maggie,
My steps are much slower than then;
My face is a well written page, Maggie,
And time all along was the pen.>

Oh they say we have outlived our time, Maggie,
As dated as songs that we've sung;
But to me, you're as fair as you were, Maggie,
When you and I were young.

Oh now we are aged and gray, Maggie,
As dated as the songs that we've sung;
But to me, you're as fair as you were, Maggie,
When you and I were young...
When you and I were young.

Words by George W. Johnson; music by James Austin Butterfield; 1866. An historic American folksong. George W. Johnson's wife, Maggie Clark, died a few months after their marriage - to him she would always remain young.

My mother told me that this was a song my grandfather used to sing to my grandmother. Seems to me much more romantic to share a lifetime with someone and still be thought of "as fair as you were".

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