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 daisise 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 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   When you and I were young