The Aragon Mill

At the east end of the town

At the foot of the hill

There’s a chimney so tall

It says Aragon Mill

But there’s no smoke at all

Coming out of its stack

For the mill has shut down

It’s never coming back

And the only tune I hear

Is the sound of the wind

As she blows through the town

Weave and spin, weave and spin

There’s no children playing

In the dark narrow streets

Since the mill has shut down

It’s so quiet I can’t sleep

The mill has shut down

‘twas the only life I know

Tell me what will I do

And where I will go

And the only tune I hear

Is the sound of the wind

As she blows through the town

Weave and spin, weave and spin

I’m too old to work

And I’m too young to die

Tell me where will I go now

My family and I

There’s no use anymore

For these cotton mills it seems

But the sound of the loom

Still haunts my dreams

Weave and spin, weave and spin

Weave and spin, weave and spin

Weave and spin, weave and spin

Weave and spin, weave and spin

Weave and spin, weave and spin

Weave and spin, weave and spin