When you and I were young, Maggie

I wandered today to the hill, Maggie, To watch the scene below, The creek and the creaking old mill, Maggie, As we used to, long ago. The green grove is gone from the hill, Maggie, Where first the daisies sprang, The creaking old mill is still, Maggie, Since you and I were young. And now … Continue reading When you and I were young, Maggie