daisies

When You and I Were Young, Maggie

listen to Peter Ostroushko sing this on Prairie Home Companion by clicking the above heading.  Be sure to scroll you audio over to 17:11.   Seeking Spirit

 

I wandered today to the hill, Maggie
To watch the scene below
The creek and the old rusty mill, Maggie
Where we sat so long ago.
Oh, the green grove is gone from the hill, Maggie
Where first the daisies sprung
And the old rusty mill is still, Maggie
Since you and I were young. 
 

 A city so silent and lone, Maggie
Where the young and the gay and the best
In polished white mansion 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.

Now they say I am feeble with age, Maggie
My steps are less sprightly than then
And my face is a well written page, Maggie
But time all alone was the pen.
And they say we are aged and grey, Maggie
Like the spray from the white breakers flung
But to me you’re as fair as you were, Maggie
Like when you and I were young.

And now we are aged and grey, Maggie
Our time here on earth nearly done
Let us sing to the days that were, Maggie
When you and I were young.

young-couple

a version from my dad’s time

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