I forgot my password. Why sign up? Create Account. Thank you. VERSE 2 A city so silent and lone, Maggie, Where the young and the gay and the best, In polished white mansions of stone, Maggie, Have each found a place of rest, Is built were 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. Johnson, George W. Historic Sheet Music Collection.
Advanced Search. Privacy Copyright. Digital Commons Connecticut College. But [ C ] to me you're the [ C7 ] same as you [ F ] were Maggie. I only know G,C and D? Song Lyrics Popular songs this week. Artists by alphabet. We'll be using this song at a Remembrance gathering for father next summer. Thanks for the information relating to this song. Charley Noble. I suspect Susan Olin gave up. Susan if you read the thread will you PM me, I'll see if I can find the recording otherwise can give you the e-mail of the man who sang it.
I cry every time. Jed Marum does it to a waltz tempo - very pretty. I learned it from Mrs. Hugo Kenck of Butte I wandered today to the hill Maggie, To get me a rustling card, I got both the card and the job Maggie, But the job it was too damned hard. The tunnel was filled with gas Maggie, And the stope it was fitchery as well, The rock come'a tumbling down on me Maggie, And the shifter was crazier than hell. There once was a time in Butte, Maggie, When you could take 5 and hold your job, But now it's put the rock in the box Maggie, And then put the waste in the gob.
Oh, my brown hair is turning to green Maggie, From the water that seeps from the back, I'm the homeliest mug in the town Maggie, And you'll soon want your maiden name back.
Mark Ross. Is this the same song? Or is it a different one that I'm looking for? I've been trying to get the words to the song my grandma sang ever since she died about 6 years ago, but the lyrics to the song on this site don't seem to match the song my grandma sang. Can anybody help me? In the original song by Johnson and Butterfield, the line is: "The creek and the creaking old mill, Maggie," Like many 19th c.
We're planning to sing her version at my father's memorial service this summer. It runs like this: Lyrics by George W. And now we are aged and gray, Maggie, My steps are less spritely than then; My face is a well written page, Maggie, But time alone was the pen; And now we are aged and gray, Maggie, As sprays by the white breakers flung, But to me you're as fair as you were, Maggie, When you and I were young.
The chestnut blooms gleamed through the glade, Nora A robin sang loud from a tree When I first said I loved only you, Nora And you said you loved only me. The golden-robed daffodils shone, Nora And danced in the breeze on the lea When I first said I loved only you, Nora And you said you loved only me. The trees, birds and bees sang a song, Nora Of happier transports to be When I first said I loved only you, Nora And you said you loved only me. Our dreams they have never come true, Nora Our hopes they were never to be When I first said I loved only you, Nora And you said you loved only me.
Curiously, the woman in the song is also named Maggie. The general theme of the song is very much the same as "When You and I Were Young", but the tune as far as I can tell from the score I've never heard it played is quite different and so are the lyrics.
Beneath it the stream gently rippled. A very brief note in the book says: "Recorded by Foster and Allen. Written by J. Kelly in I doubt that the songs are related in any way, but it seems quite a coincidence to find another Maggie being mourned by an old lover, whose memories include a stream and a mill.The creaking old mill is still, Maggie, Since you and I were young. Chorus: And now we are a-ged and gray, Maggie, And the trials of life nearly done; Let us sing of the days that are gone, Maggie, When you and I were young. 2. A city so silent and lone, Maggie, When the young and the gay and the best, In polished white mansions of stone, Maggie.