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WHEN YOU AND I WERE YOUNG, MAGGIE (George W. Johnson and James Austin Butterfield) I wander'd today to the hill, Maggie, To watch the scene below; The creek and the old rusty mill, Maggie, Where we sat in the long, long ago. The green grove is gone from the hill, Maggie, Where first the daisies sprung; The creaking old mill is still, Maggie, Since you and I were young. cho: And now we are aged and gray, Maggie, And the trials of life nearly done; But to me you're as fair as you were, Maggie, When you and I were young. A city so silent and lone, Maggie, Where the young and the gay and the best, In polished white mansions of stone, Maggie, Have each found a place of rest, Is built where the birds used to play, Maggie, And join in the songs that were sung; For we sang as gay as they, Maggie, When you and I were young. @aging @tearjerker filename[ YOUNGMAG TUNE FILE: YOUNGMAG CLICK TO PLAY RG |
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