From the recording Let Me Fly
This song was originally published in 1864. but it's still young. Aging isn't just getting old. Waxing awareness of spirit replaces the waning ego's repression of it. Da wha?
Lyrics
I wandered today to the hill, Maggie
To watch the scene below
The creek and the rusty old mill, Maggie
Where we sat in the long, long ago.
The green grove still grows on the hill, Maggie
And birds sing loud from the trees
Where I first said I loved you so true, Maggie
And you said you'd always love me.
And now we are aged and gray, Maggie
The trials of life nearly done
Let us sing of the days that are gone, Maggie
When you and I were young.
They may say we are weary with age, Maggie
That our steps are less sprightly than then.
I know my face is a well written page, Maggie
And time alone is the pen.
And though we are aged and gray, Maggie
The song of life can still be sung.
For to me you're as fair as you were, Maggie
When you and I were young.