Irish Tenors Maggie Lyrics

I wandered today, through the hills, Maggie
To watch the scene below
The creek and the creaking old mill, Maggie
As we used to long long ago.
The green growth is gone from the hills, Maggie
Where first the daisies sprung.
The creaking old mill is still, Maggie

They say I am feeble with age, Maggie My steps are much slower than them.
My face is a well written page, Maggie
And time all alone was the pen.
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.