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.

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