fiddlin' john carson
when you and i were young, maggie
I wandered today to the hill, Maggie To watch the scene below The creek and the rusty old mill, Maggie When you and i were young long ago. The green grove is gone from the hill, Maggie Where first the daisies sprung The old rusty mill has decayed, Maggie Since you and I were young.  They say we are aged and grey, Maggie signs of life nearly gone But to me you're as fair as you were, Maggie When you and I were young.  And now we are aged and grey, Maggie The trials of life nearly done Let us sing of the days that are gone, Maggie When you and I were young.  