At the east end of town
At the foot of the hill
There's a chimney so tall
That says Aragon Mill
But there's no smoke at all
Coming out of the stack
For the mill has closed down
And it's not coming back
And I'm too old to change
And I'm too young to die
I wonder what will become
Of my old wife and I
There's no children at all
In the narrow empty street
Since the mill has closed down
It's so quiet I can't sleep
There's no use anymore
For these cotton mills it seems
But the sound of the loom
Still haunts my dreams
But the only tune I hear
Is the sound of the wind
As it blows through the town
Weave and spin, weave and spin
Oh the mill has closed down
It's the only life I know
Wonder what will I do
Where will I go
But 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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