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Uploaded on Dec 24, 2006
Foster & Allen in Concert
I wandered today to the hills, Maggie, to watch the scene below. The creek and the creaking old mill, Maggie, where we used to love, long ago. The green grove is gone from the hills, Maggie, where first the daisies sprung, The creaking old mill is still, Maggie, since you and I where young, Oh they say that I'm feeble with age, Maggie, my steps are much slower than then. My face is a well written page, Maggie, and time all along was the pen They say we have out-lived our time, Maggie, as dated as songs that we've sung. But to me you're as fair as you were, Maggie, when you and I were young,