At the east end of town, at the foot of the hill
Stands a chimney so tall that says "Aragon Mill."
But there's no smoke at all coming out of the stack.
The mill has shut down and it ain't a-coming 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
Well, I'm too old to work, and I'm too young to die.
Tell me, where shall we go, My old gal and I?
There's no children at all in the narrow empty street.
The mill has closed 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
Yes, the mill has shut down; it's the only life I know
Tell me, where will I go, Tell me, 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.
And the only tune I hear,
Is the sound of the wind,
As it blows through the town,
Weave and spin, weave and spin
Stands a chimney so tall that says "Aragon Mill."
But there's no smoke at all coming out of the stack.
The mill has shut down and it ain't a-coming 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
Well, I'm too old to work, and I'm too young to die.
Tell me, where shall we go, My old gal and I?
There's no children at all in the narrow empty street.
The mill has closed 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
Yes, the mill has shut down; it's the only life I know
Tell me, where will I go, Tell me, 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.
And the only tune I hear,
Is the sound of the wind,
As it blows through the town,
Weave and spin, weave and spin
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