When you and I were young
I wandered today to the hill Maggie
To watch the scene below
The creek and creeking of mill Maggie
Where we sat in the long long ago
The green grove is gone from the hill Maggie
Where first the daisies sprung
But to me you're as fair as you were Maggie
When you and I were young
They say you are feeble with age Maggie
Your steps are less sprightly than then
And your face is a well written page Maggie
But time alone was the pen
They say we are aged and gray Maggie
The trials of life nearly done
But to me you're as fair as you were Maggie
When you and I were young
When you and I were young
When You and I Were Young Maggie - Carl Wilson
