At the east end of town, at the foot of the hill
There's a chimney so tall, it says 'Aragon Mill'
And there's no smoke at all coming out of the stack
Since 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 man and I
There's no children at all, in the narrow empty streets
Since the loom has shut down, it's so quiet, I can't sleep

There's no use any more for those cotton mills, it seems
But the sound of the loom still haunts my dreams
And 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
I wonder what will I do, 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


(Lyrics received from Taia)