At the east end of town at the foot of a hill
There's a chimney so tall, it says "Aragon Mill"
But there's no smoke at all comin' out of the stack
For the mill has pulled out and it's never comin' back
And the only tune I hear is the sound of the wind
As it blows through the town, weave and spin, weave and spin.
Now I'm too old to work and I'm too young to die
Tell me where will I go now, with my family and I
There's no children plying in the dark, narrow streets
And the loom has shut down, it's so quiet I can't sleep.
And the only tune I hear is the sound of the wind
As it blows through the town, weave and spin, weave and spin.
Now the mill has shut down, it was the only sound I know
Tell me where will I go? Where will I go?
And the only tune I hear is the sound of the wind
As it blows through the town, weave and spin, weave and spin.