WebAug 15, 2011 · Found on the web. - Lyrics - I wandered today to the hills, Maggie To watch the scene below The creek and the creaking old mill, Maggie Where we used to long long ago The green growth … WebThe green grove has gone from the hills, Maggie, where first the daisies sprung. The creaking old mill is still, Maggie, since you and I were 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 alone was the pen. (They say we have outlived our time ...
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WebI wandered today to the hills maggie To watch the scene below The creek and the creaking old mill maggie Where we used to long long ago The green growth is gone from the hills maggie Where first the daisise spring The creaking old mill is still maggie Since you and I were young Oh they say that I'm feeble with age maggie My steps are much slower … Web1. 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, … tim plaskow
Traditional Irish "Maggie" Sheet Music in Ab Major
WebI wandered today to the hills, Maggie To watch the scene below The creek and the creaking old mill, Maggie As we used to long, long ago The green grove has gone from the hills, Maggie Where first the daisies sprung The creaking old mill is still, Maggie Since you and I were young Oh, they say that I'm feeble with age, Maggie My steps are much … WebI wandered today to the hills, Maggie, To watch the scene below The creek and the creaking old mill, Maggie, As we used to long 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 were young. Oh they say that I'm feeble with age, Maggie, My steps are much slower than then … WebI 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 sprung; The creaking old mill is still, Maggie, Since you and I were young. Chorus: And now we are agèd and grey, Maggie, tim plast