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