My Own Maggie Mae
(Music and lyrics by Ray Allen Kayanek)

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Margaret was her name
I called her Maggie just the same
the year we brought to life her favorite song
she sang a bit off key
but it was magical to me
with all my heart and soul I sang along

when it came to her I couldn't get enough
she was and always will be my first love

Every time I hear a mandolin play
I think of the way
that she looked just laying there
that late September day
Every time I hear those sweet sweet sounds
wish she was still around
don't know why I let her get away
my own Maggie Mae


I'm not even sure if she
even would remember me
the time we shared so many years ago
when the jasmine are in bloom'
I can still smell her perfume
there's a part of me that she just won't let go

when it came to her thought I'd had enough
didn't understand the power of first love

Every time I hear a mandolin play
I think of the way
that she looked just laying there
that late September day
Every time I hear those sweet sweet sounds
wish she was still around
don't know why I let her get away
my own Maggie Mae

we've been apart more years than I remember
but in my heart we've always been together


Every time I hear a mandolin play
I think of the way
that she looked just laying there
that late September day
Every time I hear those sweet sweet sounds
wish she was still around
don't know why I let her get away
my own Maggie Mae


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