"When you and I were young, Maggie"

Music by James Butterfield
Lyrics by George Johnson

I wandered today to the hill, Maggie
To watch the scene below
The creek and the rusty old mill, Maggie
Where we sat in the long, long ago.
The green grove is gone from the hill, Maggie
Where first the daisies sprung
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 just as gay as they, Maggie
When you and I were young.

They say I am feeble with age, Maggie
My steps are less sprightly than then
My face is a well written page, Maggie
But time alone was the pen.
They say we are aged and grey, Maggie
As spray by the white breakers flung
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.''


Silver Threads Among the Gold
text by Eben E. Rexford, 1848-1916

Darlin', I am growin' older,
Silver threads among the go-old
Shine upon my brow today-ay-ay,
Life is fading fast away-ay


But, my darlin', you will be
as you will beAlways young and fair to me
Yes, my darlin', you-ou will be-ee-ee
Always young and fair to me-ee


When your hair is silver whi-ite
And your cheeks' no longer bright
With the roses of the May-ay,
I will kiss your lips and say-ay


Oh my darlin', you will be,
you will beAlways young and fair to me...
Yes, my darlin', you-ou will be-ee-ee
Always young and fair to-oo me...


Stuart Burrows, tenor
John Constable, piano